His name is Hikaru Hitachiin, and he is scaring me.
On the night of the 216th day since Hikaru’s been released from the hospital, he walks up to me, tears in his eyes and body trembling. I immediately run to him as he falls to his knees in front of me, a million scenarios of what could’ve happened to him going through my head—none of them are good. His sobs fill the room, his fingers clench tightly onto me, his head buried against my chest. It’s all I can do to stroke his back reassuringly without breaking down myself.
We’ve struggled together through the months to get him back on track with what’s happened since his accident and I can’t bear to have something happen to him now. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I open my mouth. I want to say something—anything to comfort him—but ultimately remain silent, afraid that whatever I say might shatter him even more. It takes me a while to realize that something is different this time; something about his tears and expression seem off. He’s mumbling incoherent words between hiccups and sobs and I have to strain my ears to make out what he’s saying. He’s crying and apologizing and thanking me all at once and I freeze when I realize that something must have really upset him this time around.
“Hikaru?” I murmur, almost scared to say the words aloud. I will my voice not to crack. “What’s wrong?”
Raising his head up, his amber eyes lock with mine as his breathing becomes slightly steadier. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, almost forming a smile, and he wraps his arms around me in a hug.
“I remember,” he whispers.
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