Forget Me Not (Chapter 4)
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dollmasterlee"Mao-kun!"
The group of men who were waiting with bated breath a while ago in front of the office are now running toward the skinny young man carrying a traveling bag.
Ryoma is the first one to reach him, hugging him tightly and selfishly.
"Mao-kun, I told you to call me when you are in the airport already. We planned to bring you here secretly." Yuuta was a little upset but Mao looked too sad that he didn't have the heart to scold him too much.
"It's okay Yuuta. I used the underground parking entrance. I knew there would be mediamen outside."
Yuuta sighed, "That's good then. You still think like we do."
"Baba, stop hugging the daylights out of Mao." Keichan pried Ryoma's arms away from Mao. "We don't want another person in the ICU."
Hearing the word ICU, Mao snapped back to the people standing in front of the doctor's office. "Watanabe-san..." he addressed Daisuke's mother. "I-I'm sorry for what happened..."
Mrs. Watanabe nodded, "It is unfortunate but I want to express my gratitude to all of you for being here for my son. It means a lot to us knowing that many people care about Daichan. Thank you..." She bowed humbly.
The group of men also bowed toward her. "We will be beside Daichan until he wakes up! We'll help each other take care of him." Ouji exclaimed vigorously.
The older woman smiled greatfully, "I know from my son's own experience that all of you are busy with your careers and being here for almost 2 days already is straining your schedules. I know my son wouldn't want to be a burden to his friends. Besides," she gestured towards Aiko, "Daichan's fiancee is here to take care of him."
"D-Daichan's fiancee?" Mao stared open mouthed at the woman standing beside Mrs. Watanabe. He noticed her a while back but he thought that she was probably Daisuke's relative or a member of his staff. Now that her real connection with Daisuke is known, he almost felt nauseous.
"Yes. It was also a surprising news to us but," Mrs. Watanabe took Aiko's left hand. "Daichan has given her his grandmother's ring. He has chosen her to be his wife." With this, she smiled widely at the younger woman.
Mao unconsciously grabbed at Ryoma's arm. He felt his heart constricting painfully.
"Mao, daijoubu ka?" Ryoma whispered, not wanting to alarm the others. In truth, he's been worried about Mao hearing the news. Mao might not tell his feelings straightforwardly but most of the people around him and Daisuke can feel how much he cares for the older man.
Mao tried to regain his bearings and smiled at his friend. "Hai! Daijoubu desu. I'm probably just tired from the trip."
Takki stepped forward and bowed. "Watanabe-san, we are greatful for your concern. I hope you would still allow us to visit Daichan while he's recovering. We want to help out through whatever we can do."
Daisuke's father nodded. "You can come whenever possible. When my son wakes up, I'm sure he'd be looking for all of his friends."
The younger men cheered and smiled at each other.
Through all of these conversations, Aiko was silently but nervously fidgeting. Meeting the infamous Hamao Kyousuke is something she's been dreading. Not only is the young man one of Daisuke's special friends but also probably the reason why he got too drunk that night of the accident. If this were true, then this man would be the rival that she has to defeat in order to regain the heart of the man she loved and still loves completely.
Days passed by quickly.
The doctors had already permitted Daisuke's transfer to a private room after considering that most of his injuries are healing without complications. The swelling in his brain has also subsided entirely and right now, they are only waiting for him to wake up. Unfortunately, he hasn't shown any sign of waking up yet. One of the doctors even considered the possibility that Daisuke himself is trying to fight consciousness.
"My parents came back yesterday. You know, they are also worried about you. Even my brother." Mao opened the blinds to let in the little brightness that winter morning could offer. "He said he'd be hating you more if you don't wake up immediately. You don't want that to happen now would you? He's really scary when he's upset."
Mao sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. He rested his elbows near Daisuke's pillow and rested his chin on them. "And I told you before, I hate hospital smell. For whatever reason It makes me feel itchy. The scenes are also awful Daichan! Your mother, she cried yesterday when she saw the young patient next room being wheeled out covered in white cloth... You're a terrible son for making her cry Daichan."
The steady beating of the heart monitor seemed to be the only answer he got from the comatose man. Mao raked his hand through his hair. His hair has grown again, he noticed. Daisuke's hair has, too. He likes longer hair on him actually. If he were awake, he'd look really gorgeous with his hair in ponytail. Not that he doesn't look good now. He looks good all the time, Mao muses. Gingerly, he touched the sleeping man's cheek. It's as warm as his hands.
"I don't want to go back to New York while you're still here Daichan. I don't want to be away not knowing whether you've woken or not. I want to be here when you open your eyes. I want to be the person you'll see first, the person you'll smile at first."
Mao blinked back the tears that are attempting to fall from his eyes. These days, it seems he has transformed into an overly-dramatic high school girl, especially with these tears that seem to just pop out of his eyes without any warning whatsoever.
"Please wake up immediately Daichan. I want to see your beautiful smile again and hear your sexy laugh..."
"Daichan... I beg you... wake up please..."
Daisuke stopped on his tracks. He looked behind him where the sound seemed to come from. Unfortunately, behind him, all he could see is darkness.
He could hear lots of voices coming from nowhere since he woke up in this strange place. There were sweet voices, plain voices, serious voices, sometimes angry voices.
This one voice is different and totally stands out. It warms him when this strange place suddenly turns too cold and cools him when he feels his body burning up. This voice is usually bright and even though he immediately forgets what the voice says after a moment, he remembers how affectionate it is.
This time, that voice's tone is different though. It's melancholic and hurting.
Daisuke tried to run after the voice, not caring whether he couldn't see anything. Ultimately, he felt himself losing breath but fearing he could lose the voice's direction, he didn't stop running.
A ray of light seemed to come out from in front of him. Blinded, he tried to avoid it but the light continued getting bigger until it swallowed him completely.
A slight twitching of fingers: it was enough to make Mao fall disgracefully from his chair. He stood stunned and his eyes unable to move away from Daisuke's form. The slight twitching became full on spasms as Daisuke started trembling.
Mao felt himself screaming without sound. He scrambled towards the wall where the red buzz is located and continuously pressed it. After a short moment, doctors and nurses came running. Mao was ushered outside, shaken and face covered in tears.
Daisuke's parents and Aiko came immediately after one of the nurses called them. It has been more or less 30 minutes since the doctors went inside Daisuke's room but nobody has come out yet. Mao stayed slumped on the floor hugging his knees and crying silently. Seeing Daisuke's body suffer like that is something he'll probably never get over with.
After some minutes, Daisuke's doctors and nurses came out. Most of them nodded towards Daisuke's parents before walking away. Only the head physician, Dr. Koyanagi, stopped to face them, his face bearing an unreadable expression.
Mao quickly got up to meet him but Daisuke's parents got to the doctor first.
"Please tell me my son is fine." Mrs. Watanabe pleaded.
"Your son is not just fine. He is also already awake."
Mao felt his heart almost jumping out of his chest. Mrs. Watanabe cried happily and hugged her husband.
"There seems to be a problem with him though." The doctor continued, cutting their blooming happiness off.
"W-what do you mean, Sensei?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this but your son seems to be experiencing a selective loss of memory."
Mao felt his heart drop at the news.
"Amnesia is a medical condition where the patient loses parts of his memories because of shock, brain injuries, illness and so on. The reason it took us a long time inside the room is that we had to ask the patient routine questions to check the condition of his brain, his thinking in particular."
Mao listened intently to the doctor's words, hoping that he misheard what he said a while ago. Unfortunately, he heard everything correctly.
"It is normal for patients who suffered from severe brain injuries to be confused about our questions but your son has not only forgotten a lot of his memories, he also thinks that he is still a university student and he believes that he is in the hospital because of a motorcycle accident." The doctor continued, making Mrs. Watanabe gasp.
"That's true. He had a motorcycle accident when we were in university before." Aiko exclaimed.
"What will happen to my son now?" Mrs. Watanabe clung onto her husband's arm.
"We will conduct more tests to understand what he is really going through. But so far, all I can advise you is to not force information upon your son. His mind is very sensitive and weak right now. As much as possible it is important that all his memories return to him naturally."
Mao breathed in deeply. He felt the words of the doctor suffocating him.
"I will allow his immediate relatives to see him now. The rest will have to wait until we finish all the tests we need to do." He pointedly looked at Mao, making the latter bow nod his head sadly.
Mao was left heartbroken as he watched Daisuke's parents together with Aiko enter the four cornered room that has become Daisuke's silent sanctuary for several weeks.
"Daichan!" Mrs. Watanabe immediately ran towards Daisuke's bed upon seeing his son's eyes open.
Daisuke's heart monitor is already pushed aside but he still has a tube injected to the back his left hand. He looks tired and pale but he kept his eyes open as if he's afraid that it would close without his knowledge.
The old woman took her son's right hand in her own. "You made me worry so much Daichan. Please don't do this to me again. I won't allow you to drive any vehicle anymore!"
Mr. Watanabe coughed intentionally. "Hon, this is not enough of a reason to not let our son drive again."
"I don't care! I want to make sure my son will be safe and sound always."
"Watanabe-kun, do you remember these people with me?" Dr. Koyanagi softly asked the patient.
Daisuke nodded sluggishly. "H-hai. M-mama, P-papa," he inclined his head sideways to stare at Aiko,
"..and A-aiko?"
Aiko's lips broke into a wide smile at Daisuke's remembrance of her.
"D-demo, why do all of you look older?"
Daisuke's innocent inquiry made his parents look at each other crestfallenly.
"Watanabe-kun, do you remember my questions to you earlier?" The physician continued.
Daisuke nodded once more.
"That is to test whether the accident has caused damage- I mean, injury to your thinking. As I told you earlier, your brain activity seems to be acting fine but,"
"But?" Daisuke implored nervously.
"Your memory as of the moment is stricken."
"Sensei, I don't understand-" Daisuke tried to sit up from his current lying position. He clutched his forehead as he felt a sudden wave of nausea. Mrs. Watanabe immediately hugged her son.
"Daichan, please don't force yourself..."
"Sensei, please tell me what happened to me exactly!" Daisuke begged, breathing laboriously.
"Watanabe-kun, I'm sorry to tell you this but because of the accident, large parts of your memory are locked away. We are not yet a hundred percent sure why but we will be conducting tests to determine the cause of your memory loss and how to cure it, if possible."
Daisuke felt as if he was punched on the stomach. His mother didn't let go of him and even held him tighter.
"T-tell me, what year is it now?" He croaked out.
"Daichan," his father muttered. "Today is the 27th of January, year 2015."
Daisuke laughed out, surprising the people around him. "Wow! And here I am thinking I'm still in University. How funny!" He said sarcastically. "How can I forget all those years that has passed?"
"There is still a big possibility that you'll recover your memories these coming days. Usually, this kind of illness doesn't last too long. You will be able to remember as time passes by." Dr. Koyanagi assured the younger man.
"But is there also a possibility that I won't remember those memories anymore?"
"Watanabe-san, as your doctor I'm advising you to be optimistic. Please refrain from worrying too much as it might affect your condition."
Daisuke sank back on his bed helplessly.
"I want to know what kind of accident I got into to be in this situation now. I promise, I wont panic. I just want to know why I'm here." He stared at his mother pleadingly.
Mrs. Watanabe turned towards Aiko, "I think, Aiko should be the one to explain it to you. She was the one who brought you here."
Aiko's eyes widened dramatically. She felt her throat going dry and her legs unable to move.
Daisuke's mother took her hand and squeezed it softly before turning back to her son. "Daichan, Aiko is not just your girlfriend anymore. She is your fiancee." She then showed off Aiko's hand towards him.
Daisuke's eyes widened upon seeing his grandmother's ring on Aiko's ring finger.
"T-that is..." He blinked upwards to look at his supposed fiancee. "Aiko, did I really propose to you?"
Aiko gulped. She glanced at Daisuke's parents nervously before looking the man straight in his eyes. "Yes, Daichan. It's true. You proposed to me and I accepted."
"Then, we were together during the accident?"
"H-hai! We've been separated for some time already but that night, we met up again together with our university friends. We realized that we still love each other and you decided to propose to me immediately so you gave me this ring. We celebrated our getting back together but you got really drunk. When I left to go to the toilet, you thought I had gone out so you drove your car to follow me. Unfortunately, you weren't able to control your car because of your drunkenness." The words flew out of Aiko's mouth as if they're real. She felt a pang of conscience for lying in front of Daisuke's parents but the story seemed so natural even in her own mind.
Yes, Daichan. That's true. That's the truth you should know. How we're meant to be with each other since the beginning. This is a chance given by the heavens because you and I are destined to be together forever...
The group of men who were waiting with bated breath a while ago in front of the office are now running toward the skinny young man carrying a traveling bag.
Ryoma is the first one to reach him, hugging him tightly and selfishly.
"Mao-kun, I told you to call me when you are in the airport already. We planned to bring you here secretly." Yuuta was a little upset but Mao looked too sad that he didn't have the heart to scold him too much.
"It's okay Yuuta. I used the underground parking entrance. I knew there would be mediamen outside."
Yuuta sighed, "That's good then. You still think like we do."
"Baba, stop hugging the daylights out of Mao." Keichan pried Ryoma's arms away from Mao. "We don't want another person in the ICU."
Hearing the word ICU, Mao snapped back to the people standing in front of the doctor's office. "Watanabe-san..." he addressed Daisuke's mother. "I-I'm sorry for what happened..."
Mrs. Watanabe nodded, "It is unfortunate but I want to express my gratitude to all of you for being here for my son. It means a lot to us knowing that many people care about Daichan. Thank you..." She bowed humbly.
The group of men also bowed toward her. "We will be beside Daichan until he wakes up! We'll help each other take care of him." Ouji exclaimed vigorously.
The older woman smiled greatfully, "I know from my son's own experience that all of you are busy with your careers and being here for almost 2 days already is straining your schedules. I know my son wouldn't want to be a burden to his friends. Besides," she gestured towards Aiko, "Daichan's fiancee is here to take care of him."
"D-Daichan's fiancee?" Mao stared open mouthed at the woman standing beside Mrs. Watanabe. He noticed her a while back but he thought that she was probably Daisuke's relative or a member of his staff. Now that her real connection with Daisuke is known, he almost felt nauseous.
"Yes. It was also a surprising news to us but," Mrs. Watanabe took Aiko's left hand. "Daichan has given her his grandmother's ring. He has chosen her to be his wife." With this, she smiled widely at the younger woman.
Mao unconsciously grabbed at Ryoma's arm. He felt his heart constricting painfully.
"Mao, daijoubu ka?" Ryoma whispered, not wanting to alarm the others. In truth, he's been worried about Mao hearing the news. Mao might not tell his feelings straightforwardly but most of the people around him and Daisuke can feel how much he cares for the older man.
Mao tried to regain his bearings and smiled at his friend. "Hai! Daijoubu desu. I'm probably just tired from the trip."
Takki stepped forward and bowed. "Watanabe-san, we are greatful for your concern. I hope you would still allow us to visit Daichan while he's recovering. We want to help out through whatever we can do."
Daisuke's father nodded. "You can come whenever possible. When my son wakes up, I'm sure he'd be looking for all of his friends."
The younger men cheered and smiled at each other.
Through all of these conversations, Aiko was silently but nervously fidgeting. Meeting the infamous Hamao Kyousuke is something she's been dreading. Not only is the young man one of Daisuke's special friends but also probably the reason why he got too drunk that night of the accident. If this were true, then this man would be the rival that she has to defeat in order to regain the heart of the man she loved and still loves completely.
Days passed by quickly.
The doctors had already permitted Daisuke's transfer to a private room after considering that most of his injuries are healing without complications. The swelling in his brain has also subsided entirely and right now, they are only waiting for him to wake up. Unfortunately, he hasn't shown any sign of waking up yet. One of the doctors even considered the possibility that Daisuke himself is trying to fight consciousness.
"My parents came back yesterday. You know, they are also worried about you. Even my brother." Mao opened the blinds to let in the little brightness that winter morning could offer. "He said he'd be hating you more if you don't wake up immediately. You don't want that to happen now would you? He's really scary when he's upset."
Mao sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. He rested his elbows near Daisuke's pillow and rested his chin on them. "And I told you before, I hate hospital smell. For whatever reason It makes me feel itchy. The scenes are also awful Daichan! Your mother, she cried yesterday when she saw the young patient next room being wheeled out covered in white cloth... You're a terrible son for making her cry Daichan."
The steady beating of the heart monitor seemed to be the only answer he got from the comatose man. Mao raked his hand through his hair. His hair has grown again, he noticed. Daisuke's hair has, too. He likes longer hair on him actually. If he were awake, he'd look really gorgeous with his hair in ponytail. Not that he doesn't look good now. He looks good all the time, Mao muses. Gingerly, he touched the sleeping man's cheek. It's as warm as his hands.
"I don't want to go back to New York while you're still here Daichan. I don't want to be away not knowing whether you've woken or not. I want to be here when you open your eyes. I want to be the person you'll see first, the person you'll smile at first."
Mao blinked back the tears that are attempting to fall from his eyes. These days, it seems he has transformed into an overly-dramatic high school girl, especially with these tears that seem to just pop out of his eyes without any warning whatsoever.
"Please wake up immediately Daichan. I want to see your beautiful smile again and hear your sexy laugh..."
"Daichan... I beg you... wake up please..."
Daisuke stopped on his tracks. He looked behind him where the sound seemed to come from. Unfortunately, behind him, all he could see is darkness.
He could hear lots of voices coming from nowhere since he woke up in this strange place. There were sweet voices, plain voices, serious voices, sometimes angry voices.
This one voice is different and totally stands out. It warms him when this strange place suddenly turns too cold and cools him when he feels his body burning up. This voice is usually bright and even though he immediately forgets what the voice says after a moment, he remembers how affectionate it is.
This time, that voice's tone is different though. It's melancholic and hurting.
Daisuke tried to run after the voice, not caring whether he couldn't see anything. Ultimately, he felt himself losing breath but fearing he could lose the voice's direction, he didn't stop running.
A ray of light seemed to come out from in front of him. Blinded, he tried to avoid it but the light continued getting bigger until it swallowed him completely.
A slight twitching of fingers: it was enough to make Mao fall disgracefully from his chair. He stood stunned and his eyes unable to move away from Daisuke's form. The slight twitching became full on spasms as Daisuke started trembling.
Mao felt himself screaming without sound. He scrambled towards the wall where the red buzz is located and continuously pressed it. After a short moment, doctors and nurses came running. Mao was ushered outside, shaken and face covered in tears.
Daisuke's parents and Aiko came immediately after one of the nurses called them. It has been more or less 30 minutes since the doctors went inside Daisuke's room but nobody has come out yet. Mao stayed slumped on the floor hugging his knees and crying silently. Seeing Daisuke's body suffer like that is something he'll probably never get over with.
After some minutes, Daisuke's doctors and nurses came out. Most of them nodded towards Daisuke's parents before walking away. Only the head physician, Dr. Koyanagi, stopped to face them, his face bearing an unreadable expression.
Mao quickly got up to meet him but Daisuke's parents got to the doctor first.
"Please tell me my son is fine." Mrs. Watanabe pleaded.
"Your son is not just fine. He is also already awake."
Mao felt his heart almost jumping out of his chest. Mrs. Watanabe cried happily and hugged her husband.
"There seems to be a problem with him though." The doctor continued, cutting their blooming happiness off.
"W-what do you mean, Sensei?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this but your son seems to be experiencing a selective loss of memory."
Mao felt his heart drop at the news.
"Amnesia is a medical condition where the patient loses parts of his memories because of shock, brain injuries, illness and so on. The reason it took us a long time inside the room is that we had to ask the patient routine questions to check the condition of his brain, his thinking in particular."
Mao listened intently to the doctor's words, hoping that he misheard what he said a while ago. Unfortunately, he heard everything correctly.
"It is normal for patients who suffered from severe brain injuries to be confused about our questions but your son has not only forgotten a lot of his memories, he also thinks that he is still a university student and he believes that he is in the hospital because of a motorcycle accident." The doctor continued, making Mrs. Watanabe gasp.
"That's true. He had a motorcycle accident when we were in university before." Aiko exclaimed.
"What will happen to my son now?" Mrs. Watanabe clung onto her husband's arm.
"We will conduct more tests to understand what he is really going through. But so far, all I can advise you is to not force information upon your son. His mind is very sensitive and weak right now. As much as possible it is important that all his memories return to him naturally."
Mao breathed in deeply. He felt the words of the doctor suffocating him.
"I will allow his immediate relatives to see him now. The rest will have to wait until we finish all the tests we need to do." He pointedly looked at Mao, making the latter bow nod his head sadly.
Mao was left heartbroken as he watched Daisuke's parents together with Aiko enter the four cornered room that has become Daisuke's silent sanctuary for several weeks.
"Daichan!" Mrs. Watanabe immediately ran towards Daisuke's bed upon seeing his son's eyes open.
Daisuke's heart monitor is already pushed aside but he still has a tube injected to the back his left hand. He looks tired and pale but he kept his eyes open as if he's afraid that it would close without his knowledge.
The old woman took her son's right hand in her own. "You made me worry so much Daichan. Please don't do this to me again. I won't allow you to drive any vehicle anymore!"
Mr. Watanabe coughed intentionally. "Hon, this is not enough of a reason to not let our son drive again."
"I don't care! I want to make sure my son will be safe and sound always."
"Watanabe-kun, do you remember these people with me?" Dr. Koyanagi softly asked the patient.
Daisuke nodded sluggishly. "H-hai. M-mama, P-papa," he inclined his head sideways to stare at Aiko,
"..and A-aiko?"
Aiko's lips broke into a wide smile at Daisuke's remembrance of her.
"D-demo, why do all of you look older?"
Daisuke's innocent inquiry made his parents look at each other crestfallenly.
"Watanabe-kun, do you remember my questions to you earlier?" The physician continued.
Daisuke nodded once more.
"That is to test whether the accident has caused damage- I mean, injury to your thinking. As I told you earlier, your brain activity seems to be acting fine but,"
"But?" Daisuke implored nervously.
"Your memory as of the moment is stricken."
"Sensei, I don't understand-" Daisuke tried to sit up from his current lying position. He clutched his forehead as he felt a sudden wave of nausea. Mrs. Watanabe immediately hugged her son.
"Daichan, please don't force yourself..."
"Sensei, please tell me what happened to me exactly!" Daisuke begged, breathing laboriously.
"Watanabe-kun, I'm sorry to tell you this but because of the accident, large parts of your memory are locked away. We are not yet a hundred percent sure why but we will be conducting tests to determine the cause of your memory loss and how to cure it, if possible."
Daisuke felt as if he was punched on the stomach. His mother didn't let go of him and even held him tighter.
"T-tell me, what year is it now?" He croaked out.
"Daichan," his father muttered. "Today is the 27th of January, year 2015."
Daisuke laughed out, surprising the people around him. "Wow! And here I am thinking I'm still in University. How funny!" He said sarcastically. "How can I forget all those years that has passed?"
"There is still a big possibility that you'll recover your memories these coming days. Usually, this kind of illness doesn't last too long. You will be able to remember as time passes by." Dr. Koyanagi assured the younger man.
"But is there also a possibility that I won't remember those memories anymore?"
"Watanabe-san, as your doctor I'm advising you to be optimistic. Please refrain from worrying too much as it might affect your condition."
Daisuke sank back on his bed helplessly.
"I want to know what kind of accident I got into to be in this situation now. I promise, I wont panic. I just want to know why I'm here." He stared at his mother pleadingly.
Mrs. Watanabe turned towards Aiko, "I think, Aiko should be the one to explain it to you. She was the one who brought you here."
Aiko's eyes widened dramatically. She felt her throat going dry and her legs unable to move.
Daisuke's mother took her hand and squeezed it softly before turning back to her son. "Daichan, Aiko is not just your girlfriend anymore. She is your fiancee." She then showed off Aiko's hand towards him.
Daisuke's eyes widened upon seeing his grandmother's ring on Aiko's ring finger.
"T-that is..." He blinked upwards to look at his supposed fiancee. "Aiko, did I really propose to you?"
Aiko gulped. She glanced at Daisuke's parents nervously before looking the man straight in his eyes. "Yes, Daichan. It's true. You proposed to me and I accepted."
"Then, we were together during the accident?"
"H-hai! We've been separated for some time already but that night, we met up again together with our university friends. We realized that we still love each other and you decided to propose to me immediately so you gave me this ring. We celebrated our getting back together but you got really drunk. When I left to go to the toilet, you thought I had gone out so you drove your car to follow me. Unfortunately, you weren't able to control your car because of your drunkenness." The words flew out of Aiko's mouth as if they're real. She felt a pang of conscience for lying in front of Daisuke's parents but the story seemed so natural even in her own mind.
Yes, Daichan. That's true. That's the truth you should know. How we're meant to be with each other since the beginning. This is a chance given by the heavens because you and I are destined to be together forever...
