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About.. wh...at?' He stuttered, giving me a Meeting look.

"Orawen told me you drove my dad to the hospital when the Ambulance did not arrive on time' i explained

"I didnt...actu... ally' his voice broke before he could say the last word. m

y face turned cold, I dont know why I felt disappointed on hearing his an swer, I guessed I had been expecting too much from him lately. I wanted to

stop, like stop with the conversation, but at the same time, our little convers ation is helping me to get distracted from thinking about anything. I darte d my eyes back to him, I can feel the tense in his eyes, clenching the steeri ng in an aggressive way. Is he angry or blaming himself for lying? I thou ght to myself. The silence is now making me feel uncomfortable, I looked at him again with the hope of hearing him speaking, but got none.

"But, why did you lie to Oraven?" I asked, giving him an intense look, I a djusted my hoodie by pulling it down a little then raised back my face only to be met with his eyes. He looked towards the windshield before I could eve

n ask him why he was looking at me like that.

"I didn't lie to Draven' his voice made me tilt back my head to his side.

"But, you said you did, I defended.

"Yes, I lied about driving your father to the hospital, but I didnt lie about helping him to get here," he muttered, tentatively. His voice sounds like he w as speaking in parables. You help him to the hospital but you are not the o ne that drove the car that conveyed him here, how is that possible? I know all this prattled talk is not necessary, besides, as the case may be, he was s aved from dying at the scene of the accident, I think that's the most importa nt thing, right? I inhaled silently, the memories are started to creep over m e again, I can feel the goosebumps, I can feel the pain, I can feel the scar thats begins to open gradually, once again. I dont want to reminisce abou t what has happened, what just happened nor do I plan to think about what the future has in store for me. Will I be able to do this on my own? 1 grimaced at the thought. The doctor said he has less than a month to live, lying on the hospital bed, unconsciously, the only thing that makes us kno w whether he is alive or not is the life monitor and my mother in the other doesnt seem like someone that is ready to let him go anytime from now. He i $ in pain, and also suffering from being held down to suffer on his own wi thout his consent. To face the reality, the best solution to end this well is tot alk to my mom and explained why she should let him go already, being he ld down to go through an excruciating pain for the next one month is nit a better option to say goodbye to someone's love one. But, do I really want t o do that?

"Melissa!' Bobby scream made me jolted back into life, my heart beating e matically, I stared at him in awe.

"What.. T' I stammered, still trying to get myself together.

"What have you been thinking since, am here busy explaining something to you without even knowing that you're not here, are you okay" he spoke, his

eyes scrutinising my face. I noticed he is no longer holding the steering wh ed and I can feel that we are no longer moving. I looked out of the transp arent glass window, only to be surprised that we're back to the castle. I loo ked back at his bleak face, his eyes fully engrossed into mine, making met ed uncomfortable. I sighed in relief before reaching for the door, in an att empt to open it

* Goodnight I mumbled, silently, before making an attempt to open the door . I almost gasped as I felt a hand pull me back to the tan chair before I co uld even get out of it. i shot him a deadly glare, with a question about why he did that...

"I can easily drive you to the quarters instead of you trekking down there, morcover you are not that strong, are you?" He waited for an answer, but I only hissed without saying a word. Like I was being compelled, I sat back without arguing further. He chuckled loudly, which earned him another irritating glare for me.

"Melissa," he called "What? Can you just please drive, Melanie must be waiting and am exhaust ed already" I replied, surreptitiously. He prone his head on the steering for

some seconds before looking up again, leaving me writing impatiently. I wa tched as he cleared his throat before looking at me eventually.

'tan you do me a favour' he asked out of the blues, I stayed muted, what

game is he trying to play? I clearly told him just now that I'm tired, and he knew what I was passing through, so I didn't expect him to stress me like this, or take my words lightly. *tant you wait till tomorrow" I retorted.

* Just want you to say yes, will you?"

"I don't know what you are driving at, just say it

He sighed, " I know you're heartbroken right now, and I can feel the pain you must be going through presently but please I just want one thing from y ou," he paused, he looked down at his hands, tugging both fingers into on e another, while I wait eagerly for him to finished, I find it funny becau se I found myself looking forwards to what he wished to ask, and for the for ct that the way he talked right now, sounded like a different person entirel y make me more anxious.

* Promise me that you will aluays call for me when you need help, and I also promised to be there when you need someone to console you' he conclu ded, brushing his hand through his brunette hair in frustration, I guess h e also realised that his words are flat, like flat. But the most important thi ng is that I get what he is trying to pass across, even though he doesn't kno w how to express himself clearly.

You cant be serious, I understand you feel sympathy for me but trust me I will be fine, morcover is not like you really care in the first place,' his ey ef widened immediately I muttered the last statement.

"But 1.....do care.