A Match for Him
145 The Same Box
"Steve!" shouted Nuna. He woke up from his sleep. Nuna, exhausted, fell asleep in her practice room after she finished checking all the patients today. Without a second thought, the girl immediately headed to the ICU room where Steve was being treated.
The doctor is treating Steve whose condition is getting dropped. His heart rate is getting weaker.
"Miss."
"What ... What happened? Why is everyone gathered here?"
"Steve ...."
"Why Steve?" Nuna suddenly remembered her dream. Steve's dream was to wave a hand to him. In the dream, Steve looked very handsome. Nuna even remembers Steve's face in the dream, as if everything was very real.
"Steve," muttered Nuna softly. He felt his heart would be taken out just like that. If only he could divide his heart for that man, then he would.
Nuna held her chest.
True, Steve had more right to survive in this world than he did. There is a family that still needs him. Just look at how broken this family was when Steve was still inside.
Steve, if I could give you this heart, I would give it right now. Please, hold on. If you don't want to hold on for me, at least hold on for your family. Can you hear my heart, Steve?
Heart, liver, kidney, eye, or whatever it is, I'll give it to you. Hold on, and let me always be a part of you. Can we feel the same beat? All this time I've always had the kindness of my friends, so let it go this time, I give you what I can give you, Steve. Not only the heart, but now I realize that my heart has long been attached to you. Maybe God sent Dika to me, not to make me feel so miserable, but so that I could realize, that it was you that I needed.
Ikmal's been taking care of me for too long. So did Freya and Arby. It is time to reduce their burden. Steve, even if that word of love is no longer there for me, it's okay. Let me go, lest you leave me. Thank you for the time you spent for me. Makes me know what it's like to miss. Makes me know what it's like to be pounding and have hope.
*Respect, Steve. Let's open your eyes. Let me feel your heartbeat again. I'll give this to you. Does this mean nothing to you, too? Then, how should I? Steve Steve Steve, didn't you hear me calling you? please don't leave, don't leave me in this pain. The pain that I did not know how to cure, because I realized, this pain is greater than anything else.
Steve, let me be someone you can remember for a lifetime. Let me carve out my love story in a way that makes me feel so precious in this world. Let me remain a person who has ever meant anything in your life, in my own way* ....