~ CharlesTexas felt different. The air was heavier, as if burdened by the weight of my past. The funeral had come and gone, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.Janette’s family welcomed me, though they never supported what Janette did to me. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell them what I did to her in revenge.As I stood by her grave, guilt and regret gnawed at me. Megan tried to comfort me over calls, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. The pain of losing Janette, the woman who was my first love, was consuming me.Days turned into nights, and the grief only grew, becoming my constant companion.Janette’s death reopened old wounds, wounds from what I had done to Jenny. I found solace in solitude, distancing myself from the world. The echoes of her laughter haunted my dreams, a harsh reminder of what I had permanently lost.One evening, I received a call from Megan. I hesitated before answering, unsure if her attempts to reach out were driven by concern. The con
~ MeganMy phone fell out of my hand when I heard the news. I abandoned my bags and ran outside where the car was parked.I entered the back seat, screaming, “Take me to Valley Hills Hospital, now!”The driver was quick to respond. He fired up the engine, driving out of the estate with speed, understanding the urgency of the matter at hand.I was just informed that Charles was involved in a car accident. It was the last thing I expected to hear. Only a couple of minutes ago, we had the biggest fights of our relationship, but now, he was struggling for life.The drive to the hospital felt somewhat long and suffocating; I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling. I tried to think positively, but it was almost impossible; the only thing I could do right now was to hope and pray.As the car pulled over in front of the hospital, I hopped out and dashed inside, disoriented, and asked the nurses at the reception for directions.Charles was in surgery; that was what I learned. I ran to the waiti
~ MeganI allowed Bianca to cry her eyes out without interrupting her until she was calm. I assisted her to a seat, and then I sat with her, wordlessly comforting her.At long last, she stopped and looked at me through her swollen eyes. “Thank you, Megan,” she said, her voice heavy with emotions.I nodded with a smile then intertwined my fingers with hers. “Charles is going to be alright, Bianca, so don’t think too much about it,” I assured her.Bianca’s eyes became moist again, but she tried her hardest to fight the tears. “He will be fine,” she affirmed.I caught my father-in-law stealing glances at us, and I knew he wanted to console his wife, but he was still mad at her for what she did to Charles.Even though what happened to Charles was a tragedy, I was able to learn that he was suffering from depression because he blamed himself for Janette’s death.That explained all the walls he was putting up. He didn’t want me to suffer the same fate as Janette. Unbeknownst to him, his reje
~ MeganBut that was all it was—a mere twitch. Yet, I felt an overwhelming happiness, even if medically, it might be dismissed as a reflex action. For me, it transcended that. It was as if Charles could hear me, a whole new feeling.The big guy, however, didn’t wake up for days, and with each passing one, the fear of him becoming like his father during his coma intensified.I shuddered at the thought of Charles being in a coma for months, fueling my desperation. Every day, I visited him, staying by his side, recounting tales of our relationship that would forever remain epic in my head.For two long weeks, I only witnessed finger twitches. Then, on the first day of the new week—Monday—everything changed.“Remember the first time we moved in together? The night you wanted to go out partying, but instead of letting you go, I reported you to your father?” I chuckled, reminiscing. The memory always made me laugh, but I wasn’t the only one who seemed to enjoy it.“You…” Charles’s patchy, l
~ CharlesDarkness enveloped me when I heard Megan’s voice. It was as if I was waking up from a dream that I couldn’t quite remember. And the most beautiful person was by my side when I opened my eyes.Although she looked tired, she was so happy to see me awake. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she left.Of all the stories to tell a sick person, Megan chose the one where we were literally Tom and Jerry. The beginning of our relationship was rocky and comedic. We were both after each other’s necks and never anticipated that a friendship would be formed from such a rivalry-like relationship.A smile spread across my lips as I tried to sit up, but something was wrong; I couldn’t move. My father, mother, and wife were present.“I… I can’t move… I can’t feel a thing,” I whispered with a shaky voice, barely audible in the quiet room.Megan made a feeble attempt to calm me down by telling me about how long I spent in a coma, raising my hopes. But when the doctors looked confused, I couldn’t
~ CharlesI watched her walk out the door, crying. Even though I pretended not to feel it, it broke my heart.I just wanted to be alone, and she was the last person I wanted to see. My mind was too weak right now to face any emotions.A few days later, I demanded the test results since the doctors were keeping them away from me.“Yes? How is my condition? Am I going to get better?” I asked the doctor seriously.“Well, Mr. McCall, I have good and bad news,” the doctor began.“Go on.”“Which do you want to hear first?” The doctor asked.My brows furrowed in annoyance. “Just tell me the goddamn news!”The doctor swallowed, adjusting his collar. “The good news is that there’s a possibility of you recovering motion for your upper body, but…”“But what?” I asked impatiently.“But your lower body might be permanent,” the doctor finally dropped the bomb.I instantly broke down, tears falling like rain. I refused to prepare for the worst because I wanted to remain optimistic, but now I regret
~ Megan“The patient insists that he must be discharged today,” the doctor informed us. It was only Bianca and me in the hospital today. We shared a look, but we couldn’t say anything else.She took my hand and forced out a smile. “I should leave now; he won’t want to see me.”I nodded in understanding. “I will keep you updated on everything.”She left with the driver shortly after, and I was left all alone with the temperamental Charles. The car ride was uncomfortable and silent, unlike any we had in the past. Charles didn’t even try to look out the window like he usually would when he had something on his mind.It was as if he had lost his will to live, and it broke my heart. When we arrived at our house, I escorted him to his room along with his male nurse. I helped the nurse put Charles on the bed, but after I did, the attitude came running right in.I guess I could blame myself since I was the one that instigated him with my supposedly complex request. “Charles?” I called, pickin
~ MeganMy brows furrowed. The asshole had the audacity to assume I had something to do with it.“You are not that important, Charles, so please stop feeling like I only think about you,” I rudely told him.Charles laughed mockingly. “You should stop lying, Megan. I know I mean the world to you, and since I refused to reciprocate your feelings, you resort to doing low tricks to get my attention.”I shook my head, pinching between my brows. “I knew I shouldn’t have come in here.” I turned my back on him, walking out of his room as he continued accusing me of something I was innocent of.Eventually, an investigation was carried out, but the culprit turned out to be one of the maids in the house, not even the nurses. But that was only discovered after Charles had fired all his caregivers.He didn't even have the courtesy to apologize to them after everything was completed. It was as if becoming disabled was a ticket for Charles to become the world’s biggest asshole. He kept getting worse