262 Final Kiss (1/2)
Zeke eventually went inside the operating room and performed the surgery.
Alex stayed and waited by the viewing room just outside the operating room and watched the surgery through the glass window. Zeke let him inside there because he was very conspicuous with a bloody dagger sticking out of his chest. Alex sat down and watched and waited despite the fact that the surgery would take hours. He sat there, unmoving, like a statue.
Many hours later, the green light was finally turned off. Alex looked disheveled and weak as he stood up from his seat just as the door opened.
He rushed towards Zeke and felt slightly less nervous when the man looked calmer than the moment he entered.
”How is she?” Alex asked.
Zeke didn't answer and just looked at the door as they wheeled Abi out.
Alex looked at her as she was wheeled past them. She was breathing - that was a good sign!
”I removed the tumor completely. All she has to do now is wake up,” Zeke said and Alex's shoulders dropped in relief. He knew Zeke's skills were the best. He was one of the oldest vampires still around, just second to the current King and Queen of Hidden Kingdom. His skills were unrivalled in this world and he could perform surgeries that mere humans couldn't deal with. Even though Alex had never doubted Zeke's skills before - and he believed in him this time as well - he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive because he was performing this surgery on the one woman that mattered to him. He knew this would be the outcome but his heart still felt nervous as he watched the progress of the surgery, no matter how much his brain said that it was going to be okay.
Alex left and followed Abi to her room, looking like he had regained some of his strength again.
He washed the blood that covered him and got changed before he walked closer to her. It was almost twilight.
He sat next to her and watched her face. She really looked so peaceful when she was asleep, like a sleeping angel. Alex took her hand and carefully lifted it up to his lips. He kissed her hand and smiled.
”You did well, my wife,” he mumbled, his eyes brimming with happiness. He stared at the ring on her finger, her wedding ring, the ring that contained all their promises to each other, and the memories flashed in his head again. All the days he spent with her was worth it. He felt all sorts of new emotions he had thought he would never feel. The emotions he thought were destructive and useless were actually the season of life. One had to feel them all to consider himself alive. If not, that's how people become dead to the world.
His eyes dimmed and he held her hand. His thumb caressed her wedding ring but then… he began to take it off.
His heart clenched in pain as he pulled it off her finger. The vows on their wedding day played like music in his head and a bitter smile curved on his lips.
He stared at the ring in his hand and he closed his fingers over it. 'I'm sorry… forgive me,' he uttered within him before he bent down and planted a final kiss on her forehead; a kiss filled with all his emotions. The most painful kiss he would ever give.
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