O — (#4) Lorian

Death never came to him. After all, he always was alive.

“Lorian…”

His fingers finally made their first movement in months. It was nothing but a mingle of a point finger, but it showed a significant sign of conciousness. His eyes vibrated for seconds before finally opened up.

When it was open, the first sight he saw was a mirror across the room.

He was looking at himself half sleeping on a hospital bedroom. Tubes were in and out his skin, connected to many things including the machine that shows his heartbeat rate and his temperature. His hair was a mess, going in a lot of direction like its been attended by a massive tornado. Scars of cuts and stitches decorated his pale skins. He never saw himself this way.

“I’m alive huh?” He finally said.

“Yes, you always were.” Blanco was standing on the foot of his bed. He watches Lorian in patience, not making any movement or signs.

“I always was.”

“A lot of had happened since you slept, Lorie.”

“How long was that?”

“6 months.”

“Is that so?” As he asked, he saw an empathy on Blanco gesture. He was sharp as always, this Blanco. Born and breed to be sharp. A militaire not serving a military. How lucky are we to have him, Lorie though. “Did you know I was going to wake up today or was it unintentional?”

“I came here every moring, checking in. Just to make sure they treated you well.”

“You were checking wether I am alive, just admit it. You badly wanted me to die, you bastard” Their eyes met, both were smiling.

“As I said, you were always alive, Lorie.”

Lorian took his sight from Blanco, realizing how uncomfortable it was with all these tubes inside of his skins.

“Dara also came here a lot.” Blanco finally said. Lorian was surprised and excited to hear the name, and the machine did very well to show it. It beeped faster and the amplitude of his heart rate increased. What a feeling, how amazing a name can make a dying man feels alive? So that what happens when I hear her name, he thought.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Matter fact, she’ll be here any minute.”

“Yes, yes. Grab me a water will you.” He took a sip of a pure water, he haven’t drank one for 6 whole months so he guessed it must taste heavenly. But, it wasn’t. It was bitter. “Now, grab me a comb.” He splashes the water to his hair and manages his black hair into how it was always meant to look and splashes another one into his face and dries it up with a tissue.

“Anyway, ghost…”

“No, not now Blanco. Not, now.” Lorian stopped Blanco with his eyes fixed on the mirror. It was as if he was staring at each other with his own selves, there were two of him. The younger part, raging with ambitious and love, and the older part, covered with hatred and pain. His soul was way older than his eyes meant to show.

“Lorie….” A woman voice emerges from the door. It was Dara. Lorian’s eyes was dilated and even a blind man would notice it, for how obvious it was. Oh, how beautiful you are, Dara. Lorian thought, deep inside the words were a shouting out loud into an outerspace.

She was wearing a grey dress with nothing but a small purple diamond hanging on her neck. Her brown hair laid perfectly on his back as it was the part of the dress. She wears no makes up nor lipstick, but her lips was perfect red.

“I’ll be outside.” Blanco said and excusing himself out.

“Dara…. How kind of you to be here.”

“Oh Lorie, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should’ve stood by you when it all happened.”

“No, no, you shouldn’t be.” He said it but deep inside he was dancing happily. She wants to be with me, she always was and she always will, he thought. He then pulled every tubes on his skins and rose as his feet touch the floor for the first time. The chill of it was significant as his feet became sensitive for how long it was left unused.

“What are you doing, Lorie! You can’t do that! You barely alive.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I hate the tubes. I wanna see the sun, I miss it.” Slowly he walks by the window, the day was as clear as ever. What a beautiful day to wake up, the weather and Dara. Dara….

Dara then walked onto him and put her right hand on his waist. Lorie took a sip of the air filled her parfume and took a glance of her hand. Yes, the hand of this a captivating woman. The touch of it alone was mesmerizing.B ut, something caught his eyes,

there was a ring on her finger.

If the machine still connected to him, it would’ve shown the rage Lorie feels inside, right now. How could it be?

“Dara, my love, grab me a water will you?”

As Dara took her hand off him and away, Lorian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was as he was trying to lower the rage inside, but, he wasn’t. He let it out, all the rage. He let it swirls along his blood into his head. He was summoning all the rage he has.

Then, he took a couple steps away from the window then took the jump out of it. The window dispatches into million pieces as Lorian went through it.

His skins touches the outdoor wind that it had been missing the most. It was as if the winds was pulling him up trying to make him fly. But, he wasn’t. He’s falling. His head was not on the falling, tho, it was on Dara. The falling takes all the time in the world as he was thinking of her. He was falling with his eyes fixed on the sky.

Dara had been married. He had known she would. The woman had beed commited to him way before he fell asleep.

He should’ve known that she would never cancel her marriage just because he laid helplessly on the bedroom. Who would do that? Who would cancel their marriage for a devil cry?

He then landed on top of an ambulance car with his hands spread wide and his eyes wide open. He fell from the 4th of the hospital beuilding. He looks up to the clear blue skies. The ambulance sirens went on and the crowd was hysterical, but he was not hearing that.

All he heard was birds are chirping above him, the wind are singing a blues song, and a cloud is dancing on a wide blue floor.

How could it be?

After the fall, Death never came to him,

After all, he always was alive.