The Victims (Part 23) "I Want Him Back. I Don't Care Anymore. I Want Him Back" My Voice Quivered - Sirealsilver

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The Victims (Part 23) "I Want Him Back. I Don't Care Anymore. I Want Him Back" My Voice Quivered


Days passed into weeks, and weeks passed into months, Shan was still lying on that hospital bed with an oxygen tube connected to his nostrils.


Every single day, his mother and I visited him with roses and Cards, wishing in our hearts that he will one day wake up to hold them.

I had missed him.

Sometimes, after I leave the hospital, I went back home and sobbed till I slept off.

We had an inseparable deep bond, that I realized during the time he was there.
 
While Shan was in sick bay, I had accomplished most of the things I had always wanted to do. I started modeling for a few fashion house, perfume brands on weekends, while on weekdays I was at the Office, creating new styles and rebranding the company.

We began to have big customers from London, Mexico, Philippine and America who loved our brands and wanted more.

Shan's mom lectured me most Sundays during lunch about Fashion business and how to make it big.

"My husband did not give me the opportunity to explore my ambition. As a woman who had deep passion for fashion and dress making, I had given up my dreams just to keep my home. I do not want that to happen to you my child."

She said as her wrinkled hands held mine so tight.

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A night came, I was right by Shan's bed, my hands laced into his, I felt it warmness.

I leaned my body on his, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to kiss him and feel him kiss me back.

I felt a squeeze in my palms, his fingers moved, my heart trembled.

Somewhere in a distance I heard the lonesome sound of his Voice, it was a whisper.

I drove home that night thinking of Shan. Memories of him and I running through my thoughts.

It was an emotional night, I was gazing at the Moon at the garden, still in the dress I wore since the morning of that day.

The wind rustled through the cypress leaves, and I heard the musical sound of the fountain below me. I smiled as my eyes got clouded with tears.

"Is everything okay Etiene?" Shan's mom asked in a soft Voice as she pronounced my name in a British accent. It was the first time she called my name that way.

" Shan's hands moved today. I held it and it moved."

The moonlight fell on her face, softening the hard planes as she asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded.

"I want him back. I don't care anymore. I want him back." my voice quivered.

"Then he is on his way to recovery."

She smiled brightly, a feeling I could only label as happiness swept through us like a cleansing wind and we wondered how we had to get through each day without Shan.

My phone rang immediately, distracting our emotional mode.

"It's the doctor mom." I said looking at Shan's mom in a deep panic.

"Pick it, let's hear him." her voice lowered.

"Yes doctor, mrs Shan speaking." I said, my voice trembling.

Story written by VickyBon
The Victims (Part 23) "I Want Him Back. I Don't Care Anymore. I Want Him Back" My Voice Quivered Reviewed by sirealsilver on May 02, 2017 Rating: 5 Days passed into weeks, and weeks passed into months, Shan was still lying on that hospital bed with an oxygen tube connected to his ...

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