Never Gone (Health and Obsession)
Crowns
Tatas...
The eyes sparkled with adorable cheeks as well as a bloated body that had just budged over wanting to walk on its weak legs.
"Printers...
Brother sister can walk!" said a boy with a bright smile but a face that looked cloudy.
Take her little sister and hold her tightly, "We're to mamah well? Cook chocolate for you..."
Tata!
His speech smiled brightly, the adorable and cute child who could not even speak was hugging the older brother and making the older brother kiss his cheeks.
...
The deg!
The girl's eyes leaned open, dreaming something she never even imagined.
A feeling of warmth and loss, a hug that hugs her with love and affection.
The feeling of butterflies that he felt like a pseudo because it was just like an illusion that never happened.
Ainsley rolled her eyes and looked towards her warm hands, the man once again fell asleep holding his hand and waiting beside his bed.
Like a magic that moves with its own hands the girl touches gently and rubs her lover's curls.
Fear, guilt and filth make you uncomfortable with the man when his wits begin to recover.
Then after her he will feel angry.
Angry at anything, at her lover who will punish her, at her mother who always torments her at the father who always turns his back and considers her never existed.
Angry guy who desecrates her and considers her like an item, angry at the world that always makes her pawn fun game others.
And at the end of the day the peak of that anger is the hate that is embedded in his heart.
Self-loving resentment, overflowing anger and disgust with himself who can do nothing.
Make a boomerang in him and make him fall into the abyss of despair and damage all his confidence.
The man who sensed someone rubbing his head began to wake up and stare at his lover.
"Ainsley?" she was surprised to see her girl crying.
The empty eyes that were now filled with deep sadness, the feeling of loneliness and fear that was clearly visible from the clear eyes that before him were like they were not alive at all.
"Hey? Wh why? You're having a nightmare?" sean asked his girlfriend.
The girl shook her head slowly and lowered her eyesight, the shrill sound of soft crying could be heard enveloping the handsome man's sense of hearing.
Grebe...
"Sst...
It's okay, don't cry anymore." she said in a soft voice win the girl's cry.
......................
3 Days later.
Ainsley's still not out of the hospital, not his wounds are still not healed but because his mental is not stable at all that makes him in the psychiatric department and under close supervision of psychiatrists.
Like any other day, there was no response at all even when the night he cried after that there was no more expression.
After counseling with a psychiatrist, he will return to his room and as usual just sit and do nothing until his lover comes back after from the company.
His eyes were moved to look at the park in the hospital, where small children who have a history of deadly diseases but can still show a smile of innocence and play actively.
His steps turned toward the children and watched closely, he does like children more precisely because he likes to lose all his childhood to make him always interested in the cheerful world of these adorable children.
"Sister! Wanna what? Want to play?" ask a child while holding his hand.
The nurse who wanted to escort the girl to her room let Ainsley see and be attracted to something else.
The small, petite hand that grabbed her hand made the girl's eyes fixed and stared at the adorable face that awaited her answer.
Ainsley nodded slowly and the adorable daughter took her to her small gathering of friends.
The cry of a girl who sounded loud when her hair tie broke when playing.
"Hua...
Huhuhu.." his cries were broken due to trivial problems when his hair was no longer neatly bound.
Ainsley approached and rubbed the little girl's tears, her sympathy and empathy higher in the children because of the injuries she received in her childhood.
Her hands took another hair tie and neatly and adorablely styled the hair of a little girl like a disney princess who lives in a world of animation.
"Beautiful! So Elsa's millip!" said the boy happily looking at his hairdo.
Another little girl started to come to him and ask him to do the hair that looks very little and some even have no more hair.
"Yey!" said the children were excited with his plain and bright smile.
But not everyone smiles because some of them no longer have hair.
Ainsley went up and plucked some of her flower arrangements like a crown she wanted to place on the children's heads.
"A.." said he faltered, his voice did not come out because he did lose his communication skills to make him no longer able to speak when experiencing CPTSD which damaged some of his brain performance.
The nurse who saw this approached and went to the beautiful girl, "The crown of flowers is beautiful, what do you want to say?" the nurse said kindly because she knew the girl still needed time to return to normal speaking.
Ainsley showed her the crown of flowers she made and showed her hair.
The nurse smiled, took the crown and placed it on the head of the girl with a pale face that did not have hair.
"Or not? That hair is a woman's crown, but now you have another crown. So you're just as beautiful as them." the nurse told the little girl in front of her.
He knew Ainsley made the beautiful wreath to replace the crown definition on the little girl.
The little girl crouched down and hugged Ainsley suddenly, "Thank you! That brother must be Fairy Princess right?" speak with a fluffy smile.
Assuming if the beautiful sister who was in front of her was the fairy godmother sent for her.
He let go of his embrace and returned with friends and showed a wreath on his head.
Ainsley began to smile, playing with children who were still innocent and cheerful made his heart warm and comfortable.
"Miss' hands are hurt! Come back I'll treat her." said the nurse saw the clenched hand was injured while making a wreath.
Ainsley shook his head, wanting to see the little angels play even longer.
"Later I'll pick you up again, don't go anywhere?" said the nurse because he realized there were many more jobs and could not accompany Ainsley 24 hours.
Ainsley nodded slowly and made the nurse smile, she was also happy because there was finally a development of the beautiful girl.
The beautiful girl sat quietly on the park bench while looking at the children who were playing cheerfully, a happy expression of laughter that was clearly visible and not thinking about tomorrow, he said, just enjoy and be grateful for the day they are given at this time.
"What's your hand?" the voice of the male baritone that made her crouch stared in the direction that was talking to her.
His thin smile was gone, he knew if the man in front of him had given a trick but the voice in his head kept trying to emphasize if it was not true.
The man grabbed the girl's hand and saw the scratches that formed clearly.
"Where's your boyfriend? Usually always close to you?" he blew that little hand and left.
Ainsley looked at the strapping back of the man he called the uncle.
Shortly afterwards Richard returned with some disinfectant and some wound plaster.
His burly hands began to close the wounds and blow them gently.
While he was in the mansion, his heart was unsettled and agitated but after he met the girl all his discomfort vanished instantly.
Cup...
He grabbed the wiggly hand and lightly tipped his fingers, there was no rejection from Ainsley because the girl again could not feel anything anymore.
What are you really? Why so comfortable? I wonder what this feeling is?
Do I have to kill her? I wonder what I would feel if I did that.
He keeps confusing me....
