³The Morning After´ (Clarissa Rosalia

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Chapter II

Saturday morning, the sun was shining so brightly...like a flower dancing with the gentle breeze of eastern wind. Aaron and I were about to leave for Santorini, Greece. It was just five o¶clock and the flight is still an hour away. We had breakfast at the airport, people were busy passing by us yet I and Aaron were consistently aware of what¶s happening around. Just like a busy old street, the airport was loaded with lots of different faces and stuff yet everything was peaceful...not until later that day...

Thirty minutes before the schedule, the flight attendant announced for passengers to go aboard the plane. We were instructed to undergo the usual airport routines... detectors...taking off shoes...even socks...checking tickets...visas...bags and everything.

At the plane, we sat beside each other, me on the window side and Aaron enjoying the seat along the ally.

³Happy...?´, Aaron asked me, pressing my hands while we wait for the take off. We were both tied up with the seatbelts yet I was able to kiss him on the lips as my way of answering his question...we were just glancing...smiling with each other...and holding hands so tight...letting each other know the love we felt inside.

And the plane took off...it was a success...a good one...there was no sign of danger and everybody was safe. The brochures we had stated that it will take us eight hours before we reach our destination and we were just both excited thinking about it. I was even imagining myself already being in Santorini, Greece...enjoying the beautiful sunset with Aaron hugging me at the back...kissing my nape gently...with his arms folded around me...just enjoying the beauty of love and nature that only lovers could understand.

After talking some sweet little nothings, we both fade off to sleep...still holding my hands, maybe because we were awake early that day, I could feel Aaron¶s hand getting heavier on mine. A sign of deep slumber.

Suddenly, something happened. I was awaken by the loud noises inside the plane. People were shouting...passengers crying...plane attendants looked obviously worried. The voice on the intercom was telling us to keep our head behind the seats in front of us. Aaron gave me a worried look...his arms on my shoulders...

³It¶s gonna be okay, sweetie...don¶t worry...everything will be fine´. he said.

I didn¶t believe him. The plane was swinging...it was shaking...everything was falling down from the compartments above us...there¶s something wrong...I know it¶s not normal...and we are going to have a crash landing...a horrible one.

I held Aaron¶s hand. I covered my head with my other hand as we both leaned towards behind the seats in front of us. Fearfully glancing at him with teary eyes, I uttered his name softly... ³Hon...?´...as I used to call him... asking him in silence not to leave me. He understands. ³I¶m here baby, don¶t worry...everything¶s gonna be fine...ok...? Hold my hand...stay with me...ok?...ok...?´...and just after saying that...we felt the tremor of the landing... a very loud sound of explosion.

There was a fire...I can feel its burning heat...and my body felt numb...dumb...I hear nothing...see nothing...and I feel cold...

The sounds of the sirens and cars were the last things I remembered before I went off...and in my mind, I was searching for the most important person in my life...Aaron...my beloved...where¶s he?

Three days after, I saw a light beaming on my eyes...my head was aching...my body feeling pain...something is attached to my face and I want to take it off but I can¶t move...my arms was feeling heavy that I can¶t lift it up...someone was there...someone¶s beside me...people...rushing...running...and I went off...again...

The doctor told me about what happened the second time I woke up. The plane we were boarding had a mechanical trouble and that the second engine exploded... he said I was in coma for four days and that they are dealing me with some kind of shock

that made me sleep days after the crash. I found myself crying...and I remembered the hands that used to hold me before the accident...

³Aaron...where¶s he...? Where¶s my fiancé...?´ I was asking the doctor hysterically...he calmed me down...holding my forehead gently...and my hands... stopping me from moving...

³He is okay...he¶s in the next room...he will be here...soon...don¶t worry...okay..? He¶s fine...´, the doctor said and I was calmed... They did some checkups on me and after that, everybody was in nowhere...when suddenly a man came in pushing a wheelchair towards me...it was Aaron sitting on it...smiling at me...and I was glad he¶s fine...he is alive.

³Hey...´, he said so gently, holding my hands as the man set his wheelchair beside my bed...´ I am glad you¶re awake...´..and he smiled...leaning forward to kiss my hand...and we cried...without a word...we just cried...

³I¶m so sorry we didn¶t make it to your dream place...maybe next time?´, he was trembling with sadness and desperation when he said it.

³It¶s ok, hon...it doesn¶t matter...what really matters most is... we are still here now...we still have each other...I still have you...´, and I just cried...sobbing with his hand

on mine...looking at him so helpless...weak...yet with a glimpse of hope in my heart that someday, everything will be alright...everything will be fine.

We talked for a while...maybe an hour...just the two of us...trying to comfort each other...building hopes...making plans for the future...maybe another trip... another place...with the second life we have...just hoping everything would go back to normal..

It was almost six o¶clock in the evening as what the clock hanging on the wall tells when the attending nurse told us it¶s time for Aaron to go back to his room. I know he have to go...and I have to rest...we both need it...

³Honey, can I ask you one thing...? He whispered softly in my ear before he left. I looked at him... with full of wonder... ³Please stay alive... just stay alive...don¶t leave me...ok? I need you, Baby...I love you so much..´...and he smiled...with tears running down from his eyes...I felt the grief inside him...the sadness...the pain that seemed to be endless...

As he laid my hand on the side of my bed softly, I answered him back... ³ I will...I promise...we will be fine...´, and the nurse took him away from me.

To be continued...

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