Shadows of Pride

Hey...a visit for you.
I hardly opened my eyes. The room is all in white with nothing but the bed I'm sleeping in and a table beside it. I gradually helped myself up...out of bed.
I left the room, walking slowly towards the visitors' room. He was waiting there, looking down at the floor.
So many memories passed by my mind, good and bad. I could feel the struggle of anger and sympathy inside me.
I sat in front of him with my hands on the table. He left his eyes up to look at me.
With a modest smile, he said: Hi
Me: I never thought you would come to visit me.
With a surprised look on his face, he wondered: Why?
Me: Regardless of being in hospital for the first time, I have been sick and in pain for so many times. Over the years, I have been addicted to many medications and drugs but you were never aware of it...or that's what I want to believe.
His face flushed with regret and he looked down again.
Moments of silence felt like long years.
He looked at me again and asked: How are you?
I smiled with sarcasm: sick ...but free.
His face was a very touching portrait of sorrow. I could never hate him. Actually, I have always felt sorry for him.
My hands shivered. He didn't notice. I hid them below the table.
In a trembled voice, he asked: Do you need anything?
I looked at him for moments, my eyes shining with imprisoned tears that never knew the way out. I said in a voice aching from long years of pain: It's you who need something from me.
He wondered in a broken voice: what?
Me with shadows of pride: Forgiveness.


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