Ablackwing

"The weather is nice today, isn't it?" I asked while I drove my mustang. The weather was really good. Neither too cold nor too hot. The windows were down. I could feel the gentle winds blow past my hair. Those grey clouds hovering in the sky didn't let the sunshine fall on the ground.

Black was sitting next to me on the front seat. From the corner of my eyes, I saw he was looking outside as if he was embracing the weather but it was just a lie. He had kept his side of the window closed. He just nodded when he heard me. I bet he was so lost again that he didn't even hear me completely. He wasn't crying but his eyes still looked so lifeless as if he was dead inside.

The last time I saw some life in his eyes was when I had kissed him. My face got all red again as I remembered that time. The images of me holding his face in my little hands and that vibrant look in his eyes flashed in my mind. I could somehow still feel that kiss on my lips. My first kiss...

I gave myself a slap, in my head, to bring me out of memories.

I let him alone in my room that day. I sometimes peeked inside to see how he was doing. Every single time the time he was just staring above at the wall.

I tried everything I could to change his expressionless face. I made the soup and like always, it was horrible. I still served it to him, hoping to see him react because of that bad taste. I thought he would vomit with the first gulp. But he didn't even flinch. I had to take it back by force. I later went out to get some tacos.

I even slept on the same bed at night. I was afraid he'd go away. But he just turned himself away from me, looking out to the balcony. I was sure he didn't sleep the whole night.

Next morning, I came out of the bathroom in just a towel out of habit and Black totally saw me! It was his fault for my mistake. He was so silent that I forgot about him for a moment. When he saw me, he blushed. It felt like ages since I saw him that way even though it was actually only one day ago when he lost his liveliness. He closed his eyes in an instant. He rushed out to the balcony as soon as he could and put on curtains. He was way too nice knowing he was the one who obsesses over me. If I were in his place, I'd surely have teased myself for a while.

That idiot stood in the balcony, shirtless. I quickly changed within about three minutes. That was my personal fastest knowing I average to fifteen because I'm bad at deciding. I just wore whatever came in front of me.

"Come back in," I said loudly after I was done. He didn't reply to me. I went to the balcony after wearing both of my socks.

He was looking at the sky without blinking. I tapped on his shoulder and he looked at me. Even though I was wearing a sweater and gloves, I could still feel the cold weather.

"Come back in. The temperature is too low today. You should get inside or you'll catch a cold."

"It's ok. I can always heal myself."

"I'll be going today."

"What!? Where!?" I was shocked by his sudden revelation.

"I don't know where."

"You can't go yet, Mister. You owe me a lot." I couldn't have let him go. Not with the way things were. He didn't actually owe me anything. But he didn't ask me what he owes me for. My eyes reached to the backyard that I hadn't cut grass of from weeks. The timing of the idea couldn't be perfect. It would divert his mind and help me too.

"And for starters, cut the grass and clear the weeds from the backyard." I gave him a task so that I could divert his mind.

"Okay," He replied in a bland tone.

"I'll see you in the evening. I'm going to college."

I was so happy when I closed the door to my room and I heard him speak in a whispering manner- drive safe.

When I was back home at six, he sleeping in the balcony. His nose was all red and it looked like he had caught cold. I had warned him about it in the morning. Those tear marks on his face told me that he had cried to sleep again. When I looked down from there, I saw he had cut the grass nicely and even trimmed those shrubs growing near the wall. I dragged him to the bed again. It felt as if he was being a rebel son who got angry at his mother because she didn't buy him the toy he wanted.

"Why do you have to being me here of all places?" He knelt down as soon as he saw their graves. I never told him their names but he must have realized who they were when he saw 'Risa' on their headstones. And he started crying again.

"You said you can always heal yourself. So why haven't you done it yet then?"

"I did heal myself. See, I've no cold now."

"I'm not saying about cold, dummy. I'm speaking about your heart." He turned his head to look at me, surprised, wondering what I was speaking about. "Why haven't you healed the wounds inside you?"

He turned his sight forward again and shook his head as he looked towards the ground. He didn't speak anything but I could hear him say -I can't heal them.

"We had planned a trip to a hilly area. But in the morning that day, I had terrible stomach ache and fever. I had an infection so I was recommended some medicine and bed rest. They wanted to cancel the trip but I insisted them to go without me. The next day, at eleven at night, I got a call. I was asked to come to the city hospital because there had been an accident.

"I quickly changed my clothes and rushed there as soon as I could. I even got caught speeding but the police officer was nice enough to understand my situation and he let me go without a ticket. I found at the reception that my parents were in one room and Lucy was still being treated. It was weird to know that my parents were in the same room. Nevertheless, I ran to their room first because it was near.

"When I reached there, I saw that they were on the same bed, holding hands while their face was turned towards each other with their eyes closed. It was cute to see them like that but then a realization hit me like lightning that they had already passed away. I broke from inside. The time spent together flashed before my eyes.

"My body felt so weak that moment. But I somehow kept my wits to think I had to go see Lucy too. I ran again, to Lucy's room. My heart was racing like a horse. My mind was unable to think anything. I just prayed nothing happened to her. When I was out of the room, those doctors came out of that room and they shook their head. I walked inside and saw Lucy was still breathing. I was happy but my happiness was short lived. She raised her hand towards me, asking me to come closer. 'I'm happy I was able to see you before I died, big sis.' Those were her last word as she closed her eyes for forever with a smile on her face. It was heartbreaking to hear my little sister who teased me, played with me, scolded me for being more childish than her and laughed with me, say those words.

"I cried that day. I cried, I cried and I just cried. I cried just like you cried a day before yesterday.

"You know, they told me that it was an unusual accident. They found the car with broken doors and a small cut was on the left side of the car. Apparently, the car had rolled many times before stopping. The hospital staff told me that a guy with long white hair brought them all here, with my parents on his shoulder and my sister strapped in front of him. Initially, both of my parents were in different rooms but when they found out that they could not live much longer, they asked the staff to place them in one room. It was their last wish.

"I searched around the hospital, in their park and in nearby places, hoping to still find you so that I could thank you. But you were gone."

"You know, after that accident,.. I fell into depression. It felt like I had lost my smile. Even after I came to terms with their death, I used to cry all the time for no reason. It felt so lonely. I'm not proud of it but to be honest, but... sometimes had suicidal thoughts too. But then you came into my life. Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? I was the reason that accident happened." He stood up and looked right in my eyes.

I raised my right hand and flicked my middle finger to hit him on the middle of his forehead. Sometimes, Lucy used to hit me like that when I behaved childishly.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed in pain.

"My side of story still didn't reach your head, did it? Dufes." I asked. He wondered what I just said while rubbing his forehead.

"I don't blame you and I'm sure that they won't either. Thank you for trying to save them. Thank you for healing them and giving them a little more time so that their last wish was fulfilled. You know, there was no sign of sadness on their face when I saw them that day. It was all because of you. And finally, thank you for saving me." I said with a smile.

"Why didn't you tell it to me before?" he asked with a contented expression on his face.

"I thought you will be alright on your own. After all, you're the strongest angel." His eyes opened wide, wondering how I knew that. "But you are such a softie inside."

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted them to meet my... my new friend. And..."

"And?"

"The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

He looked towards the sky. Those grey clouds had started roaring with small little thunders. The winds started to blow more fervently as our hair flew along with those winds. I saw the spark in his green eyes return, more intense than that mini lightning in the clouds. A crescent moon like smile appeared on his face. A smile brighter than ever before. I was glad I was able to relinquish his burden. He felt like alive again.

"Yes, It is..."