Giving his parents a bright smile, Ahiro held onto the new book to his chest as hard as he could. The very last book of his favorite series. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to read it. Even though Ahiro had hundreds of books, they were mostly given to him or taken from a book sale at an incredibly cheap price. This book was new and non used. They had probably bought it from the nearby book store. Despite the fact that they probably had other things to buy with their money, they took their money on him.
'And it's not even my birthday...'
A slight pang went through his heart. He winced, trying not to show it. But it was seen by both of his parents. They instantly crowd him, asking him the same questions, he's been hearing every day since his illness began to regress.
Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?
Everything was perfectly FINE! He wished his parents understood that he knew what was happening to him and his body. He was dying. Okay. One day, he may not wake up again. Rather than dwell on something that happened to everyone, Ahiro just wanted to...do anything else. Work with his hands. Walk. Go to school. Another pang shot through his chest and he must have made a noise. All of the sudden, he was being whisked back to his room in his dad's arms. He was too used to this to feel any embarrassment anymore. All he wanted to do was read his new book.
"I'm fine. Please. Really. Really. Yes. I know. I'll take the medicine right now. Then sleep. Right. Right."
It was an endless task, trying to ensure his parents that he wasn't about to kneel over and die at the very same moment. Because, honestly, Ahiro wasn't sure that he wasn't. But that didn't mean he had to voice any worries to his parents. They had enough. After an infinite amount of time of them worrying, the concerned parents left the room. The sixteen year old teenager sighed, looking over the calamity that was his room.
Impressive shelves were sitting on each side of his room. Yet, on the floor, knick knacks, toys, broken objects, fixed machines, and other little inventions stopped the place from looking like anything other than a workhouse. Even his desk was covered with them. The boy looked at the desk. He hadn't been able to work those long nights at his desk anymore. Crimson-brown eyes traveled on the desk. From the little gadgets around, he apparently had been working on some Christmas lights. Not anymore. Christmas...he wondered if he could see that again. Maybe.
Ahiro picked up his book. Feeling the outside cover of the book, the boy allowed the tingling familiar, wonderful feeling of touching and simply having a new book wash over him. A smile tugged on his lips in wonder filled joy. This was better than any reality that he had to live. The smell, the feel, the sound of a new book could strike happiness in his heart forever. Turning the first page, Ahiro became lost in finding out if Asherie actually found the amulet or did Deri destroy it.
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