I remembered him telling me first to shut up and then promising me that he would be there with me throughout. He would be there if and when I was in the hospital. He promised he would read the newspaper out to me and would bring me home cooked food because hospital food can suck.
As I closed my eyes, I thought to myself promises are meant to be broken.
It was 4pm, when I opened my eyes. My room was filled with white lilies , my favourite. The trance was over. The hurt was over too. I looked to see an empty room. I sighed. I saw the door of the room open. I saw my present come in with the doctor. I saw the concerned look on his face. He looked tired. I saw his face light up when he saw me. I could sense that he wanted to hug me. But then, he let the doctor examine me. I saw that his face never felt mine.
When the doctor was done telling me what a scare I had given all, I looked around and saw that he wasnt around. I tried to sit up but couldn't. I felt dread. I looked at the slight noise that came from the door. I saw him struggling with a large heap of books. I couldn't help but laugh.
He kept the myriad of books down and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that sheepish grin on his face.
I felt awake and thought to myself ...
Not all promises are meant to be broken!!!
Ps. My exams are on. So I couldn't edit this. I wish it were shorter and more effective. But well, all I wanted to tell through this was "There is always hope..."