He with his golden hair shone as bright as the sun. He with his snow white skin. He with his pale blue eyes that I adored. He must've been on a walk or something. I could see the look of terror and shock in his eyes. But it wasn't like others when they first saw me try to commit suicide for the first time. His eyes filled with terror for a whole other reason...I lost consciousness soon after our eyes locked. When I finally woke, My mom and dad sat on either side of my bed and bombarded me with questions. Then the same doctors with the same tests. I wasn't left alone, however. They had a security guard stay in my room to watch me. To prevent any more incidents I presumed. Usually, I would try to postpone my tests or make things harder for the doctors, but not this time. I wanted to see him. He must've been so shocked to see me in such a sight. After days of being monitored like a f***ing pet, I was finally given the okay to start moving, so long as I had someone to babysit me. I tried sneaking out the window but the damned guard would stop me. I tried sneaking out the door, but a nurse would stop me. It was rather annoying. I couldn't even escape through the bathroom. The freaking guard would follow me. During the day I was watched by nurses. During the night, the guard. But I had to sneak out. I had to go to that hill. And I absolutely had to see him. I didn't know why. Maybe because I could see him in colours. Or maybe because he was the first person I enjoyed talking to in a long time. Whatever the reason, it drew me to him. I sat in my hospital bed devising another escape plan when I noticed the guard was a little fidgety. 'They need a bathroom,' I thought as a devilish smirk was plastered on my face. "Hey," I called out, "You can go, y'know. I won't leave. Promise," I raise my right hand, promising not to leave, while two fingers on my right were crossed behind my back. The guard hesitated for a bit, probably to assess how true my words could be, and then ran out of the room. As she left, I hastily made my way to the window. Last time, I jumped because I was compelled to. This time, it's the same reason as before but, the compulsion isn't to kill myself. It's for him. "Lui," I whispered his him to myself. At the mere mention of his name, my lips unintentionally curved upwards, and I jumped.