149 Tragedy Of A Half-Host 2 (2/2)
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Without knowing how many minutes or hours had passed, within the thin boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness, Chris seemed to see a woman madly ordering other people in white attires to take care of him meticulously. He also seemed to hear her voice, her fierce tone reminding him of someone who used to raise her voice at him before like this. Due to this woman, the memories appeared close, but also distant, making him feel so restless to take a look at her face.
Sadly, whenever he tried to open his eyes to see who it was and to check if she was that person, a heavy feeling of drowsiness would always strike him, preventing him from even take a sneak peek at her face. Before sinking to sleep again, all he would remember was her long straight black hair that falls like a waterfall behind her. It was very beautiful. So beautiful that it even appeared in his dreams...
Unknown whether the gods wanted to torture or reward him in his sleep, he saw that long and beautiful black hair once more, but this time, its owner turned around to face him, letting him see the countenance of the girl he'd always been dreaming to see and hold.
Some time later, the same with how the pretty woman was smiling and crying in front of him, his eyes were also red and a bitter smile was on his lips. It was because when he extended his hands in an attempt to hug her tightly, he couldn't even touch the tip of her hair. It was mysterious and heartbreaking. The person itself did not distance herself from him. She continued standing from where she was, letting him come near her. But it was him whose hands always passed through her whenever he tried to reach out to her.
”Fel...” he murmured in a dreamy but cracking voice, his hands not giving up on their attempts.
The gentle and dainty long-haired girl in his dreams bitterly smiled as she lowered her head. When she raised her eyes again, she seemed to have said something. Four words that he already heard once, but most probably did not pay much attention before. His own first name was one, the other three were unknown. Of course, he could somehow guess them through lipreading. Still, he badly wanted to hear those words personally, to hear her voice again. However, as if heavens liked playing a joke on him, no sound came out of her mouth, even though her lips were parted and moving.
”Fel...” he whispered again. This time, with a bit of anxiousness mixed with his inquisitive tone.
Her eyes stared straight through his, falling motionless for a couple of moments. He totally hated the silence that followed. It was quiet ever since, but he disliked how she stopped what she was trying to say. Not long after, she began shaking her head. After that, she smiled, the same kind which she gave him before he ran away from their house on the day she took her own life. It was still a smile that never failed to make his heart skip a hundred beats. Unfortunately, this time, the reason that it did was out of fear and panic.
He could never forget that this was also the same smile that she showed him before he forever lost her...
'Is she going to disappear again? Why? Why can't she just stay?'
'Wait... I'm already dying... so she should be coming me after me, bringing me to where the souls of loving people could be together anew,... right?'
Shortly after, since the heavens, unfortunately, loved to play with him today, he saw Felicity opening her smiling lips again, and this time, he perfectly heard her voice what she said.
”... Chris, be happy, okay?”
And then the moment she finished uttering this phrase, light immediately filled his entire world, tugging him away from the treacherous boundary of life and death.
He didn't know how and why it did, but this light brought him back to life, however, it would also surely be the only light that he would hate for life.
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