The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

Two weeks after... DECEMBER, 25TH.

"Coming!" I shout as I make my way towards the front door, unlocking it after glancing up at the screen to see a delivery man standing with a piece of paper and a small box in his hands. My eyebrows furrow at the sight of it but I look up to see him smiling at me, gesturing for me to take the box away from his hold and sign the paper.

"I didn't order anything," I frown.

He gazes down at the paper, "Are you Kenna Anne Ashton?" "Yes... but "

He cuts me off, "You didn't order anything but your husband did. This one's for you," He gives me the small box which causes me to examine it. "Please sign here and you can open the box as soon as I leave. Oh! This one's also for you," The edge of his lips curve up into a smile as he hands me an envelope with a small heart drawn in the middle with nothing else written.

With my free hand, I grab onto the pen before signing the paper.

"Merry Christmas," He smiles as he walks away, heading towards his van before driving down the road while I remain frozen at my spot-continuing to eye the small box.

As the cold breeze blows onto my face, I immediately close the door as I slowly unwrap the box and open it, revealing an unfamiliar car key; leaving me to blink a few times. Just like that, I begin to open the envelope to find a letter inside which causes me to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear before reading the letter written by Aidan, himself:

Kenna,

I suck at writing letters and you know that better than anyone but I went a little bit overboard and searched the internet on 'How to Impress Your Wife'. Apparently, some 'experts' told me that they managed to impress their wives by writing letters because they find it romantic. Do you find it romantic? Haha, let me know.

So, I'm sure you're reading this with a smile on your beautiful face and you're wondering how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect?' because let's face it... I'm pretty perfect. LOL. Anyways, before we get sidetrack by talking more about me, I want you to know that I am in love with you and always will love you for the rest of my life. I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live.

So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

All yours forever and ever, Aidan

Tears have been streaming down my cheeks when I started reading the letter but for some unknown reason, a smile managed to also creep up on my face before immediately pulling the front door open-eyes wandering around to find something new or unfamiliar and just like that, my eyes ended up on a brand new Porsche.

My trembling hands move up before pressing onto the button on the car key, causing the car to beep a couple of times.

--

Both of my eyes are focusing onto him as his chest moves up and down with the help of the machine before I start to grab onto his hand, disappointed at the fact that his hand isn't as warm as they always have been but slightly colder. "Hey... it's me," I mutter.

"I'm doing great... not, thanks for asking. What about you? Are things so much better there than here? I hope not because I want you to know what the hell you're missing by being away for two weeks, now." I end up chuckling as I play with the tip of his fingers, "So, you bought me a car? You even gave me a letter,"

Just like that, my eyes begin to water as the tears fall down onto my cheeks.

"You hate writing letters, Aidan. You hate being romantic like we're in the ninetieth-century but you did just that and you were right." I wipe the tears away, trying to control my breathing. "I was smiling like a fool reading that letter and I wondered 'how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect' because I'm admitting that you're pretty perfect. You're too perfect,"

"You were also right that this Christmas is different because you're not actually here. You're here but at the same time, you're not... how can I live with that? How can I not be with you when we've always been together for the past twenty years? It has been two weeks and I swear to god, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I'm fucking miserable," I continue to speak.

I grip harder onto his hand,

somehow expecting him to grip

back and open his beautiful brown eyes but they remain closed without

"he

even showing any movements. " you

want you to open your eyes and turn to look at me like you always do. I want you to place your head on my shoulder when we're watching movies and end up falling asleep in each other's arms instead of seeing you like this, eyes closed... frozen." I mutter.

"I got you something," I reach down onto my handbag for the brand new wrist watch that I bought for him a few weeks ago. "It's not just a regular wrist watch because it has a meaning behind it. When you wake up.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

You'll wear this and you will always think of me and all the time that we have the world to be together. You glance down at your watch and you'll remember me, literally." I smile at the sight of my name being crafted on the leather band.

Just like that, I lean forward to kiss him on the forehead, long.

--

DECEMBER, 31ST.

"It's New Year's Eve!" I exclaim with

a wide grin plastered on my face before running my fingers softly through his hair, realising how

they've gotten longer and how he et

has a sexy light beard going on? "Look at you... look at that, you're becoming more and more beautiful every day." My lips curve up into a smile as I run my index finger down the bridge of his nose and on his lower lip.

"Sorry I was a little bit late. I had a double shift," I continue to speak as I walk around the room with his scarf wrapped around my neck, enjoying the smell of his cologne. "You know what? Things aren't getting any better at work... people keep asking me about you and it sucks having to answer the same thing everyday. Imagine being in my shoes," I scoff.

My eyes wander around the room to see a large amount of flowers being placed near the glass windows, a lot from his colleagues at work and also his clients while others are from his family and also me. I make my way towards a bright yellow sunflower before placing the tip of my finger on it, "You're favourite." I turn to look at him.

"By the way... there's this new song for you," I reach out for my phone in my pocket before sitting beside him, scrolling down on my phone as I press play and raise the volume. "Nothing too fancy but I like it. It's a little bit slow and I know you won't like it as much but just listen, okay? It's for you," I smile.

The Only High by The Veronicas continues to play, loud and clear.

Back when we were young and drunk...

Love could never last forever...

Then we sobered up....

Swear my heartbeats all you better....

You... you're the only high I need...

It doesn't take me long to just sit close to him as we both listen to the same music, knowing that he's probably enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying it, too as the clock ticks twelve. I immediately press onto the home button on my phone before opening up a different application where it'd show the fireworks live in The Big Apple.

"Happy New Year, Aidan." I whisper near his ear as I continue to watch the fireworks 'with' him, letting my lips curve up into a smile.

--

JANUARY, 18TH.

My eyes remain still at the sight of him, watching as the nurses take the breathing machine away from him which causes my heart to feel a slight relief.

"It's a miracle. He's getting better and better,' Owen, one of my fellow neurologist says beside me with a smile on his face as he reads down the paper in his hand. "He's stable and he has healed tremendously ever since the incident which is another miracle, indeed. His body is also responding positively to the antibiotics and the vitamins which is good," He trails off. "When is he going to wake up?" I turn.

Ever since he was confirmed to be in a coma, I've never spent a day without visiting him at the hospital or even spend the night here because it makes me sane being near him. Even though I know that it's unpredictable to know when he'll be waking up but being close to him, being able to feel his skin with mine, it's somehow relaxing and soothing.

A month have passed and he's progressing but showing rather minimal or no signs of waking up, at all which worries me.

Whenever I want to go and visit him, I'd always bring his favourite sunflower and step inside this exact room with a smile plastered on my face because it feels like I'm meeting him for the first time in my life; somehow going on a perfect date to meet the man of my dreams as I keep on talking about my life and how it has been going on.

"We can't know, Kenna. I'm sorry," He replies, causing me to look back at Aidan.