Hide and seek

Prologue

Run, always run. No I won’t stop. I must run, I won’t let it go. I must go faster, forget my pain. No, I don’t want to stop. I must see him. I must know if he’s alright. I want to be by his side again, I want to be in his arms. Even if he’s hurt, I want to hold him in my arms. It might be selfish from me, but I can’t hold myself back, because it’s him.

Run, always run. No, I won’t stop. I must do it, I must see him, and then my heart will stop aching. I can see it, the end of my race. A race against time, against madness. A race for love. I just can’t see myself without him. He’s the one who help me stand up again and now ,it’s for him that I’m ready to jump before cars ,it’s for the one who save me. He’s not only my hero ,not only my idol, he’s my soul mate ,he’s the one I love.

Run, always run. I’ll never stop. Even if I can see the end of that race. I can see it and it’s making me fell so light. At last, I’ll be able to confess the feeling I wasn’t able to express since that day where I was able to meet him. Even if , at the start I took this as misfortune, now I can see that I couldn’t find better than him. I, now, can see that without him, being alive mean nothing. I’m alive for him, I live for someone. Nothing could mean more that to know that he’s fighting death for me. Nothing.

Run, always run. I’ll never stop. Not even if the door that separating us is before me. Even if I’m shaking, even if my heart seems to break because of fear. I don’t know what waiting for me the other side of that door. I’m scared, I’m scared to see a white sheet covering his body, and I’m scared to see a woman beside him. I do am scared, but I ran all the way to be near him. Whatever’s waiting for me, I must open that door. Hearing it creak, sensing my body tens up.

Stopping, finally stopping. I’m stopping before him. Knees on the ground. Hearing his soft breath. Seeing the bandages covering his head, seeing the tubes whose making him lives. I wish I could be one, the biggest one, the strongest one, the one who’s connect to his heart, being the support that he gave me. I want to be, here and now, what he was to me .Before his comatose state, they’re nothing that I can do, only taking his hand in mine, wishing and taking my time to breath. Watching him, waiting for one move, only one, so I’ll be able to tell him everything that I’m feeling for him.