Chapter 10: What's True?

"He probably won't walk ever again" the doctor said.

"What?" Mark whispers sadly. His eye water. His shoulders shake, he was crying. "No… Why did I screwed up like that?" he said between his gasps.

"We couldn't do anything" Amy said and hugged him. Mark was still crying. His knees were shaking as he fell on the ground. His hands touched the ground, his tears fell on the floor. More and more tears. His belly started hurting him, his fists smacks on the ground. Amy cried too. Looking at her love, on the floor, crying for that boy made her burst in tears. Was it love? Yes, of course it was.

"Please don't cry for me, Mark" a voice echoes inside the hallway. So calm and strong. Peaceful, you could say. Mark's head raised and his eyes widen stare at Totis. He was soaring above the ground, a pair of wings were easily be seen on his back, fluttering majestic. A strange light was surrounding his face. Totis hovered towards the man. Mark slowly got up. No one was talking. The silence was ruling over the whole hospital. Totis keeps decreasing the distance between him and Mark. He stops a few centimeters away. He feels his hot breath on his chin. Slowly the two men's heads came closer and closer. Their lips touched one another. For that second. That split second that felt like a century.

Totis opened his eyes. Sweet was falling from his forehead. He quickly got off his bed. He looked around. The room around him looked so familiar. A female voice sounded from downstairs. "I am coming, mom!" Totis shouted and rushed downstairs. The house around him was what he remembered before what… happened. He spotted his mom at the kitchen. The hot breakfast smelled so good. "I just had the weirdest dream..." Totis confessed as his mom placed the large plate in frond of him. But Totis couldn't continue. The dream was already fading. He couldn't remember it anymore. Suddenly, his phone vibrates. "Oh, who brought this here?" Totis wondered as he lifted the phone in frond of his head. A message? Totis taped on it. He read the context carefully. His phone fall from his hand, it hit the floor and broke into a bunch of pieces. Totis' eyes glanced on his mum, why didn't she do anything? The text floated again on his mind, a wave of memories:

"Hi, Totis. How are you? Are you recovering well? ~Love, Mark and Amy".