Their End, My Beginning

The curtains were closed but not completely, so there was some light in the room for me to see he was lying on his bed.

I walked to his bed and sat near him. I looked at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake him up. But Naina said he hadn’t had the tablets. So, I patted his shoulder and saw him stirring. He mumbled something incoherently. I giggled, looking at his grumpy form that made him look like a 5-year-old.

As if he realised something, he opened his eyes fast and looked at me. He blinked his eyes few times as if he couldn’t believe I was standing near him.

“Kat?” he asked groggily.

“hmm” I said. I cupped his cheek with my right hand and saw him leaning into my touch. It made me tear up. It was tears of happiness and sadness. Happy knowing that my touches still affected him and sad because I missed him so much.

“It might be a dream as I am sick because there is no way in hell it is you touching me.” he said looking at me touching my right hand with his left pressing more to his face.

He sat up without leaving my hand, and I kept a pillow behind him. He kissed my palm, sending butterflies to my stomach. “I missed you so much.” He said leaning more into my hand, making my tears to roll down my face.

“You are sick you don’t know what you are saying.” I said and looked away so that he wouldn’t see the tears in my face. But I soon turned my head to look at him when I felt something wet my hand, I brought my free hand to lift his head to look at me and saw that he was crying.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. Please.” I said as more of my tears fell. I went closer to him, hugging him with his head on my chest and my head on his head. My hand around his neck while his around my waist with more of our tears falling down.

We both sat like that crying silently, no one saying anything for hours, though I am sure it must have been just 10 minutes or so. When I tried to pull back, his hold on me tightened.

I said trying to break

“Please don’t leave.”

have to have your tablets no more

crunching his nose. I chuckled, looking at him. He looked like a 5-year-old. He was worse than a kid when he was sick. It was

“Ry.” I said warningly.

“Fine.” He muttered.

his hands still on my waist, making it difficult for me to grab the tablets. But

the water.” I said, giving him the tablets after he removed his hands from my waist. I got up to

from head to toe. He wanted everything to be perfect, even the dress he wore. Though that is the reason he denies it by telling that full-length mirror if kept at a right angle at the angle where the sunrays fall on

after a warning from me, he finally took the medicine and showed a face to that of a kid. With his tongue out and eyes closed tightly, which made me laugh

him looking at me with so many emotions. Adoration, happy, love. Wait. Love??? I must be imagining

good to hear you sweet laughter.” He said with love and adoration clear in

love me? It might be

my confusing that he cupped my face with

still love youuu.” He says you with a yawn showing that the

have to sleep.” I said, taking

talk to you.” He said fighting his sleep to

will talk when you wake up.”