The beeping sound of the heart rate monitor surrounds the dull hospital room. It was a suffocating silence. And the young man endured to stay in that silence.

He was sick and tired of laying is gaze in the white hospital room that have nothing except the hospital bed for one, a chair, a table with a vase of white roses, and a sofa. However, he's not the one who's lying on the bed.

It was the girl he loved so dearly.

He stared at her lovingly, silently praying and wishing that he's the one who should be suffering and not the girl he loves. He's just looking at her without moving a muscle nor even saying a word.

His attention were all glued at the girl, hoping that she would wake up from her long slumber. He was so focus to the girl that he didn't even noticed the girl's parents entering the room.

"Son, you should go home. We'll watch over our daughter," said the girl's father. The middle aged man and his wife looked at the young man with a worried face. The young man didn't move even after hearing her father's words. "Take some rest, son."

How many hours have passed since the day his beloved girl was taken to the hospital? How many days have gone ever since his beloved girl fell into a coma? How many months have passed? He've lost count.

"I'm just fine, Uncle," his short response without even giving a glance at the couple. He's just sitting at the chair, right beside the almost lifeless girl.

But the couple knew the lies behind the young man's words. Who would be fine if someone you loved so dearly was lying in a hospital bed, unconscious, and there's uncertainties on when will she wake up? They knew that feeling too well. For that feeling... is what they all have been feeling.

"You're not taking care of your self anymore. Take a rest, son." The middle aged man continued to persuade the young man, but the young man didn't bother to listen.

"She'll look for me once she wakes up, so I'm staying here," he insisted.

"Even for just an hour, son. Let your body have a rest. At least take some sleep." The girl's mother tried to convince him. She went to his side and placed her left hand on his shoulder.

He barely had a sleep. He doesn't want to rest. He wants that he's always beside the girl if ever she wakes up any minute.

"I can still hold on." Sadness and exhaustion were present in his voice.

"Please, son. What if she wakes up and knows that you're not taking a good care of your self? Wouldn't she be hurt because you've been prioritizing her more than your health?" The middle aged man said.

He scarcely ate a proper meal. He always had no appetite. He only ate a spoonful for breakfast, skipped lunch, and only had a soup for dinner. It's even worse a few days ago wherein he's not even eating a bit. Thankfully, his parents were able to make him eat, even if it was just a small portion.

"She's more important than my health. She's my life." Tears are starting to fill his eyes again. "Now, how can I think about my health when my life is slowing getting weaker right before my eyes." And tears began to flow from his eyes, those eyes that have shed tears every single night since she was taken at the hospital. "It hurts, Uncle, Aunt. It really hurts." The couple comforted him. "I love her with all my life. I really do." His voiced cracked as his tears continuously flows. "But I guess this love isn't made for laughter. It was made for her to suffer." He said ironically to their misery. "Why do we have to end this way? We just loved each other? Was it a sin?."

"There are bounds that are beyond our mind's percipience. Love is not at fault. Chances and time had played with fate for you to end this way. What can we do now is wait for her recovery from the consequence love had made." The middle aged woman held his husband's hands tightly.

"Maybe, love is not for us..." The young man lowered his gaze, staring at the floor tiles. He's barely holding on, yet holding on strongly.

"Please go home for now, then come back when you've taken a rest. You need to rest your body. We'll call you when something happens, okay son?" The middle aged woman assured him.

He doesn't have a choice but to go home and rest. When he got home, he went straight to bed. He knew very well that his body has surpassed its limits, but he's willing to go beyond his capacity just to look after his beloved girl.

He's the most often to look after the girl, more often than her parents does. Because of too much worrying, he has already forgotten his self.

Maybe, it's always like this when you love. You'll prioritize the one you love than your self that you're starting to neglect your own self.

Love..... It is something complicated, yet so easy to feel. It can bring both happiness and misery. And misery befell in this young man and the girl.

How did it end up this way?