RAINBOW

The sun had closed its eye when I came to. I sat up, stretched my arms then suddenly recalled some episodes of my hangout in the garden. At first, I wondered if it really did happen. It all felt like a dream. A dream where I made a new friend but Cynthia's demise dawned on me yet again and I recalled the evening vividly. What did I think of him? I felt he was just another intransigent teenager, (we're very much alike in this, you'll get to know) and though it's annoying, I quite like that about him. We don't have similar interests but he's nice to talk with and handsome too. I'm not attracted to him, just so you know. I just love appreciating nice works of art and Tim, is a masterpiece. I finally admitted to myself that it would be nice to see him again and thoughts of the evening with him kept me occupied and made me forget that one of us was gone. At least, till the next day. I didn't know when I dozed off again but I woke very early the next day and I found some of the others aw

And I dreamt of him. I wouldn't admit just how much I'd wanted to meet him again until I woke the next day and recalled that I dreamt of him. The setting had been the same as the evening we'd met. Only that, we didn't speak a word. We just sat there on the bench, admiring the flowers and the colourful illusion on the evening sky. At last, he held my hand and we slowly turned to face each other. His eyes were speaking the same language as mine and we began to lean in but I woke up before it could happen and ashamed as I am to write this, I really wished I woke a bit later. I let out a sigh in disappointment and lay back in bed. Caleb must have gone home because the only people standing over me were Doctor Benson and mum. They were talking in muffled voices and I was beginning to get apprehensive. Perhaps something had gone wrong again (not that anything was right), maybe I wouldn't be discharged soon after all, maybe, maybe, and a whole lot of maybes, but mum smiled at the end and

We stood at that spot longer than we should have just locking eyes and smiling sheepishly. After what seemed like forever, he grabbed my hand"Come" he said, walking me back to the shade. I gladly followed, trying my utmost to conceal my excitement. He walked slowly, I noticed and recalled he'd been operated on."Does it still hurt?""Just a little" he said, motioning me to sit. He did that gentlemanly thing where he waits for the lady to be seated first before taking his seat. My lips curled on their own accord. "How have you been?" We asked simultaneously and burst into laughter right after."You should go first" he said"Well," I said then cleared my throat "I've been all right medically though I was on the verge of dying of boredom. He made this pity face at me "Oh, that's too bad" he said "Your turn," I said "what about you?""Right" he said "how have I been?" He repeated while making a show of thinking about it. "I've been pretty much okay. My siblings, chats from friends, bo

[3:32pm]I ran towards the garden, very expectant. I walked to the bench where we normally sat and looked all around it but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. My last hope was dashed and I felt my knees weaken. A strong wind blew across and I noticed that the sky wasn't looking so kind. I sat down on the bench hoping to gather strength to walk back to my room and face the reality that had just dawned on me. I looked up at the roof of the shade and noticed a thick white note sticking out from one of its ends. I could swear that paper wasn't there the previous day. Curiosity kicked in but deep down, I was hoping it was what I was thinking. When I slipped it out, I found out that it was a folded note which read 'To my Jane doe'. I smiled and let the tears make their way freely down my cheeks. I sat back and unfolded the note quickly. I noticed part of its extreme end had been torn but I went on to read. It said: 'Let me begin by saying I'm aware that this garden doesn't belo