four: pretty thing.
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His eyelids flicker to open slowly. The doctor in the white attire is what catches his eyes first. This is it. This is the world. He is seeing the world.
"Good morning! How are you feeling?" The doctor starts checking him, as he nods slowly. He still couldn't quite believe his own eyes. He's actually seeing.
Staring at the doctor, his tongue goes to slide his bottom lip before he take a look at his hands.
Two small scars on the left one, right is clean.
"Holy mother. . ."
"Enjoy the world. The nurse should come in shortly for your breakfast and medicines. You can check out this afternoon." He replies the doctor's smile quick.
"Can I go see my friend? Is she done yet?"
"Yeah, she finished sooner. Go ahead."
Jumping off the bed, he sets his feet on the ground. He doesn't need a stick anymore.
Walking out the door, his heart beats fast as his eyes wanders through his surroundings. Kids giggling and running, a person crying, nurses with food trays—there are just too much to describe.
He stops in his trails, not remembering her ward. He then closes his eyes and walks slowly. Before he could reach her ward, his eyes land on a very pleasing sight. There sits a girl, wearing the same blue gown as he's wearing.
Swallowing his saliva, he carefully make path to her.
She looks up without even him calling.
Her green orbs is what catches his attention first.
"Are you, Are you-"
"Yes." Smiling, she stands up.
"Holy s**t you. ." He continues to gaze at the beautifully carved human doll in front of him. "You're so beautiful." He finally completes his sentence. She looks at him with the same excited smile written across her face.
"You're very. . .handsome."
"Are you sure I don't get the wrong pers-"
That's when she does their signature kiss. And that's also when he knows—that's really her. Her. His love.
He soaks in her features while she soaks in his. She has a dark brown hair with slight softer shade of brown at the roots of it—also the soft blonde-like highlights really brings her image better. Her skin is a decent shade of creamy brown accompanied by a tiny bit sprinkle of freckles across her face. Full lips, and perfectly imperfect eyebrows—taking his breath away.
She gazes on his face that is carved by God himself. His jaw is kinda structured, his teeth are aligned perfectly. His lips are also full. Tanned skin. Buttoned nose and soft ocean eyes—could sweep any girl off her feet. His long hair almost reaches his shoulder. He seems to be having locks with the best shade of dirty blonde.
He smiles, showing off his dimples.
"You have dimples. ." She touches his cheeks, that somehow turns into electric buzz. Even he feels it.
"Really? I do?" He is even way cuter when he's visible.
"And you have an easy smile. It warms my heart."
"You're the most beautiful thing I've lay my eyes on."
"For now,"
"Marry me Josa"
Everything she has been planning to say is now stuck at the end of her throat. A smile come across her face slowly as she bites her lip gently.
"Don't you think we should get to dates first?"
"Just say yes and I'll take you to a million dates afterwards."
"Yes, Demitri."
All the way, their walk to the coffee shop at the opposite of the hospital is quiet, but it is filled with powerful stares and gazes on each other with such wonderful smiles.
He takes her hand and opens the door for her. Now he know when she really smiles at him.
All they do is sip on their drink and continue to stare.
Demitri's eyes glimmer and shines, grinning toothily at her. Josa raises her eyebrows, smiling shyly.
"What,"
"You're very pretty. I never regret the whole thing."
"What whole thing?"
"Our love."
Her laugh fills the air—converting into music as it flies to his ears.
"I never said it."
"Say what?"
"I love you." She says.
"There, you said it. I love you more, Josa."
Slapping his arm playfully, he continue to smile.
"Well . . I kinda like you a lot."
"I thought you loved me?"
"Kinda love too," She shrugs.
"You little pretty thing . ." He shakes his head with that dazzling smile of his, continuing to gaze on his pretty thing; fiancée.
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