DAMIEN'S POV

I heard the door closed after Zahra walked away. "I'm glad you had her, Damien."  I heard her talking but my eyes still glued onto the ground.

I don't have any dare to look into her eyes.

"My baby.. come here."

I looked up and stared at the woman that gave birth to me. I can saw the similarity in our eyes when I was looking at it. That's why I had beautiful blue eyes. I got it from her.

Her face was pale yet still looked young and beautiful. This woman was my is my real mother. She's one of my reasons why I still alive.

Even though she was not by my side but deep down in my heart I cant hate her for leaving me alone.

I moved closer to her with trembled hands, shaking nervously. I don't know why my heart felt so sad when I saw her laying in this hospital bed with all the wires on her body that connect to the machine.

She smiling, looking at me when I was already beside her. With a shaky hands she tried to hold mine. Once again my heart ache when I saw she tried to and I cant help myself to hold her hand.

The coldness of her small hand can be felt by mine. "Damien..", she called my name and I looked at her. I tried not to cry in front of her. I tried not to show any emotions in front of her.

But when she called my name all of those were gone. It's been forever since I heard her called my name.

"You've become a handsome young man already." she told me with a sweetest smile ever I had seen.

"I never expected you've grown up so much. It feels like yesterday when I was holding this cute little pumpkin in my arms."

Her hand tightened around mine as if she did not wanted to let go. She taking a deep breath, I tried to avoid her from take off of her mask but she resist.

"You know...I didn't asked for forgiveness but I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not be there by your side, when you had your first word, your first step, when you go to school and Im not brave enough to meet you."

Her tears fell when she said that. I cant bear myself seeing her cry and without realizing it my hand wiped her tears away.

"Please don't say that..", I shook my head slightly because I know she had her own reasons why she left me.

"Damien...You're the best gift that god gave me the moment I know that I was pregnant."

When she said those words, I cried. I cried like a child in front of her. I never expected she told me that. For all this time I thought that I was a burden for her.

I didn't felt ashamed crying in front of her instead I let out all my cries of agony. I felt so weak in front of her, my own mother.

I looked up when a cold hand touched my cheek. I saw through my blurry eyes she was smiling, caressing my cheek.

"Don't cry..."

I shook my head, held her hand that was on my cheek and kissing it softly. I looked into her eyes, "I apologize Im not a good son. I'm not brave enough to see you when you need me."

She shook her head lightly, "No.. I'm the one who should said that. You don't have to apologize."

I cried more, my body bend down without I realized and hugged her frail body into my arms. My tears wet her hospital gown, her soft hand rubbed my back in soothe manner, cooing me in her embraced.

I heard her chuckled, probably because of my unexpected behavior.

"Damien.. I've always dreams that you will hug me and now that dreams come true."

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Three days has passed has passed since I cried with her. Three days that filled with happiness. Three days that felt liked everything was perfect.

I took care of her. I feed her. I talked with her. I laughed with her. I stayed for three nights in a row with her.

Even the smallest things was perfect when I was with my mother.

The Doctor said that it was miracle that she has passed her critical condition but they were not sure yet. They said that anything could happened. So, she still under care and watched by them.

"So.. when I was in high school Im the quite type.."

I smiled as she talked about her when she was in high school. I feed her slowly while I was listened carefully at her. Im sure that she was very happy when she was still young.

Seeing her smile makes me feel better. She seems so happy and that enough for me. And I really grateful that I met her even if s already too late.

Better late than never.

I heard a knock on the door before, Zahra walked in with a brightest smile on her face. She never failed make my heart flutter.

"Good morning.", I snapped from my thoughts when I was caught staring at her. I heard the giggle as I looking at them laughing for me everything is perfect.

The two woman that I love were in front of me.

Since Zahra already arrived and my mother has finished her food. So I stood up, excused myself.

"Im going to toilet."

I told them, they nodded. Actually I wanted to surprise my mother with something so I thought that this was the right time.

Before I walked away from the room, my mother called me. "I love you, son." she told me and I felt very happy once more.

I gave her my rare brightest smile, "Love you too, mom." and then I walked away and let them chatting.

Instead of going to toilet, I went outside towards my car. I drove, looked around to search a flower shop so I can bought for her.

After a few minutes, I found around the corner a flower shop. I picked a few of her favorite flower, tulip and then paid it.

I'm on my way towards my mothers hospital room with the flower in my hand. It's seems I'm having dejavu right now.

A few weeks ago I also wanted to meet her and gave her flower but at that time I was a coward. I didn't even dare to meet her. Im afraid that she does not recognize me.

But now I'm so happy that I can gave her by myself.

No more hiding.

No more fear.

I hoped when she this she will be more happy. I really hope that she will be well soon. She had been suffered over these years with her cancer.

I can only watched from afar. The only thing that I can did quietly was paying all th medicines and the doctor gave their best for my mom.

But she didn't knew, I asked the hospital to keep it a secret.

I turned around the corner and saw Zahra was standing outside of the room. She was walking around and she seems worried.

"Baby.." I called out her name and she stopped walking.

She turned around and I saw tears on her eyes. "D-Damien.." she walked closer to me. Hugging me tightly, crying on my chest.

"W-Whats wrong?"

The way she cried was not something so simple. She cried harder when I asked her. I cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes but she looked everywhere but me.

"D-Damien your mom s-she.."

She sobbed, grabbed both my wrist. I can felt her trembled, cried more when she saw the flower on my hand.

My mother?

No, right?

It's not what Im thinking right now, right?

"Z-Zahra.. tell me..", the thought of it just made me afraid.

"I'm sorry Damien..", she whispered, her hands tightened around me.

Before she can finished her words, the doctor walked out of the room. The first time was already painful. Not the second time.

The doctor looking both of us, "I'm sorry again. We had tried our best." he spoke and it seems the world around me disappeared.

No!

She still alive an hour ago. I was talking to her before I went outside. She said that she love me an hour ago

"Damien.."

I felt a small, soft hand touched my face and saw Zahra wiping my silent tears.

"I-Im dreaming right?", I asked her, grabbing both her hand on my cheek. "My mom just speak to me s-she even said that she love me. W-What about this flower?",  I told her, I looked at the flower on my hand.

"Damien...", she talked but I can't heard it.

"This is her favorite flower, s-she like it v-very much.", I keep stuttered when I talked.

My heart.

My mind.

Shattered.

Pain.

I grabbed both her shoulder, looking at her eyes. "Wait a second she will awake from her sleep when I surprise her."

"Damien.. stop it."

"Let's go Zahra. She will wake up.", my hand grabbed hers and pulled her with me to wake my mother up from her sleep.

"Damien!" she shouted my name but I keep pulled her.

"No we should try. I knew she will wake again. We just make our memories so she can not go."

Then I felt her tugged my hand. "What are you doing? We...."

Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek, she slapped me.

"Stop it Damien!" she shouted. "Your mother would not want you be like this. She will not be happy if you keep doing that!"

Her words stuck in ear into my head before finally I realized, my mother gone.

My leg gave in, I fell into my knees. The flower in my hand was also fell.

Arms wrapped around me, I cried onto Zahras shoulder. "M-my mom was gone?",  I asked her again, she nodded crying with me.

She's already gone.

I felt my body trembled, whimpering, "She will go to a better place, Damien.", Zahra whispered, rubbing my back.

She was right, she will gone to a better place.

Where she would be happy.

And I have to move my own life.

Mom, thank you for the perfect three days that I spent with you.

I know you will watched over me from the sky.

I love you mom.