"If I do this, you'll be stronger than me, Vormet." She said smiling.
I knew it. This was hell all along
The angel in my mind grew horns, as it unnaturally metamorphosed into a devil. And so did the original devil, slowly morphing into a crestfallen angel.
What the hell am I doing.
Why the hell am I just standing here, crying, when Emily is clearly about to gouge her eyes out? Am I really that selfish?!?
She dug into her eyes, and I was still there, doing nothing compared to anything.
"W-Wait, I was joking!!" I screamed, and i wished it wasn't me.
Joking?!? Seriously?!? Does this look like a scene where the word 'joke' could come out of anyones mouth?!? Look! Use those damn eyes you know so much about!! Move! Call for help!! Anything!!
I ran towards her, screaming with all my might, and conjured earth poles that would hit her anywhere except the arms. As the earth poles met their target, I grabbed onto her forearms and pulled as hard as I could. But nothing ended up working. Infact, nothing would have changed if I wasn't there. I didn't end up moving her arm a bit, and she didn't even give me a flinch from the earth poles. I've never felt so helpless before, and regretted being myself more than ever.
It was my fault. Every single thing was my fault. Was I stupid all along?!? How could have that story been fake?!? How could someone think of such a deep story in the span of 5 minutes?!? I was just bias because of the Northern Lights!!
"What's going on?!?" The receptionist exclaimed, checking to see the source of the endless screaming, along with a few others behind him.
"Can you not see?!? Stop her!!" I ordered, caring little of how I came across.
To my endless anger, they stood still for a split second, shocked at the toddler that just spoke perfect English, except for the receptionist who quickly rushed towards us.
He practically teleported beside us, and coated his fists with rock as his brown eyes glowed. He then dealt a swift yet powerful blow to the liver of the kneeling lady, sending her unconscious.
With it, to my relief, her hands also lost energy, leaving her now popped out bloodshot eyes bear for all to see.
It didn't take long for me to follow, fainting with a wry smile.
…I didn't deserve to smile.
10 hours later…
I slowly opened my heavy eyelids, letting the subtle air blow on my pupils, and lethargically rose from the bed I was on, along with a short-lived creak that came with the action.
I quickly regretted that however as a splitting headache reminded me of the reason I was in an unfamiliar room.
Looking around, mainly looking for Emily, I found myself in a decently sized room donning some unordinary furniture. But I could more or less tell where I was.
There were shelves filled with flasks showing various colours, and six beds other than mine, four of which were vacant.
One of the beds held who I was looking for. She was currently lying on her stomach, sleeping peacefully, lifting my heart a little and waking me up a bit.
One thing I failed to see however was a chair that was beside me, being sat on by an awake bearded man, who didn't hesitate to make his presence known after seeing me wake up.
"You awake, rude boy?" The receptionist that saved Emily asked, not expecting an answer.
"Is it because I got impatient with you earlier? Sorry." I replied without a shock, not energetic nor ungrateful enough to retort asking if he expected me to talk calmly in that situation.
"Earlier? It's been ten hours! Also don't be, it would've been weird if you weren't impatient to be honest." The man told me to my surprise. Ten hours of sleep and I'm still tired…
I looked to my side and through the window beside the bed, which showed a whole lot of nothing, not even a single star.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, still looking out into the boundless darkness.
"I was going to ask what happened but I thought it may be sensitive for you so I decided not to."
"And so?" I asked, hurrying him up because I was already getting a bit tired again.
"And so… I would like to ask what your favourite colour is." He continued with a question that confused me.
"..." I gave him a side glance.
"So you sat here, waiting for me to wake up, just so you can ask me my favourite colour?" I questioned, trying not to fall asleep, only because I was grateful for what happened ten hours ago.
"Hahahah!" he laughed unnaturally and without warning. He was trying to befriend me and I don't know why. But one thing I do know is that he's really bad at it...
"Well anyway, my favourite colour is orange." He suddenly told me, attempting to cleanly slow down his laughter in order to continue the 'conversation', and failing miserably.
"Mine is green, I guess." I said, picturing the Northern Lights as I looked out the window. It didn't feel right to me, thinking about the Northern Lights after what happened before I fainted.
"A-Ah, I see. Green is indeed a nice colour. By the way is your mother married? She was travelling alone with you so I thought she wouldn't be, just curious." He asked me sweating, again failing miserably to flow his sentences.
So that's how it is…
Okay.
"No she's not married. That's the last thing I'll do out of appreciation from what happened earlier." I answered after a bit of thought, which caused a wholesome ear-to-ear gleam to appear on his face. It was quickly dismissed however, being swiftly replaced by a strong poker face, as if he was never smiling in the first place.
"Hmm, I see. So that's why she was talking like that then."
Um, like what?? The only thing you heard from her was a question on room prices…
"Okay, I'm gonna go then, I've got to work to do." He said as he got up from his chair, and I let him leave without a word.
A few seconds after he left the room, I began hearing jolly skipping noises echo throughout the corridor outside. And after a few more seconds, I heard another echo, this one however felt many times more ominous than the first one.
"It's fate I tell you! Fate!!"
…I might've made a big mistake.
I wryly smiled at the half open door that seemed to be closed without heed, only to wipe it off quickly before turning to look at one of the poor patients, quickly replacing my expression to one of sorrow.
It was my fault. I'm the reason she's lying down there currently. Purely because of my own stupidity and selfishness.
It was because of my bias towards my desire for colour, that I decided to not enter the room. I focused on my love, failing to realise that her love for me, if real, and I should've known that it was, was way stronger than my love for colour could ever be. The only thing in my mind was my love and my happiness, and rarely her love or her happiness. It was always 'I should go in because of my love for the silence', and never 'I should go in because I'm the world and more to her', even though her love for me was so much stronger than mine. If that moment was not the embodiment of selfishness, then I genuinely don't know what is.
I stayed staring at her, and a pang in my heart grew as I regretted thinking so narrow mindedly.
Why… couldn't I have just expected things to go my way…
My hazy eyes snapped open as I heard the creaking of the same door the bearded man left through, yet the heartache refused to leave me.
What came through it was a lady with short black hair wearing a white lab coat, holding a set of tools and a peculiar looking potion. With her gaze fixed towards her target, she strided towards Emily and dragged a chair midway to sit next to her.
She then pulled her eyelids apart with metal tweezers, and then slowly poured a yellow liquid onto the still popped out eyes of the poor maid, and that same liquid fell harmlessly onto a metal tray.
After a few seconds of continuous pouring, the eye began squirming erratically in its place, and then suddenly popped back into the eye socket seamlessly.
I sat still, gaping at the relieving scene that had just unfolded.
So it was that easy…
The pang in my heart decreased in intensity a bit, but definitely did not cease.
And so, with most ending decently well, I finally decided to fall back into bed and sleep a few more hours.
5 hours later…
With the intense sunlight lying on my eye lids, I opened my eyes, only to a certain degree however as the sun seemed to have no intention on showing any mercy on my poor newborn eyes, burning them ruthlessly.
"Come on Vormet, wake up! We have a long day today and you've already slept fifteen hours!"
A familiar voice shook me awake, as I turned my head to an angel with striking orange eyes that was shining brightly, both by smile and by sunlight, as she cutely held the curtains open, leaving way for the vigorous morning to find me.
I wanted to get up and kiss her, or atleast hug her with all my might, but my heart didn't let me. So I settled on doing what she said, and arduously got out of the bed with a faint smile.
What met my eyes was not the same hospital beds that I woke up to last time, this time it was an ordinary room equipped with only a bed, which I was just sleeping on, and… that's it. Other than a few closets.
Stretching, I stood up and walked towards the space in the room opposite the angelic figure that woke me up, that still had an overwhelmingly pure smile on her beautiful face.
I wish I could marry Emily, but she has already taken me for a son.
That and I'm literally a toddler…
"Emily, I'm so sorry." I couldn't go a minute without saying, breaking the mood a little.
"I was selfish and stupid, and other than that, I don't know what to say. I'm just… so sorry that we had to start like this. I believe you now, and I shouldn't have not believed you before." I tilted my head down towards the floor, and recalled what happened now fifteen hours ago with a bitter expression, wanting to gouge my eyes out myself to realise the pain I put Emily through.
From the top of my vision, I began seeing light steps slowly descend towards me, and not long after this, a bent knee also made its way into my sight.
My mind flooded with a missed memory of when I agreed to run away with her, and her crashing into me out of pure happiness. That moment and now felt similiar, but in reality, they were all too different, even contrasting maybe. She hugged me softly, and shivered intensely. Again, like last time, I began feeling tears drop on my left shoulder one by one. This time out of fear, and not happiness.
We stayed like this for a few seconds, until Emily finally calmed down and replied.
"I-It's okay, Vormet. As long as you trust me now. Just… make sure you don't let it affect the present." She said with a hint of plead in her voice.
I cried with her, biting my lips out of anger, this time not for the past me, but for the present me.
Even if you say that…
I hated myself now to no end. I wished that Emily could have just dealt with a normal baby, instead of one with an adult mind.
I wished I wasn't me.