Brooke has just heard the words that she has waited for to be spoken.
To say that she is not slightly shocked would be a lie. So as she eagerly awaits for me to finish my story, I only but shake my head at her, “I want time alone with Tyler.”
Much to her protest she finally gives in and leaves the room.
Tyler looks so peaceful. He is going to be so devastated when he has to find out. He needs to understand that I had to keep it from him, I had to protect him. Even more, now that I know that Mark is out.
I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together.
"To my dear husband,
I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I sh
Tyler had his eyes opened for what is only but a few seconds. With only but one word and breath left in him, he could only utter my name. He has now fallen back asleep and has not moved since. I don’t know how much he had heard of what was said, it breaks my heart that our marriage is falling apart over secrets that I should have never kept from him from the start. So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts. With that, I sit back into the chair and let her close her eyes to rest. The edginess inside me is killing me, so I take a nearby piece of paper and scribble down my thoughts. "I want to thank you for bringing so many pleasant, beautiful memories and emotions. For giving me so much affection, warmth, and care. For the lovely nights. For the minutes when I am near you. For your smile. For the kind words. For all the good that is between us. I realize how dear you are to me and that you are the person with whom I am ready to go through life with
My life feels as if it is spiraling out of control. There is no movement from Tyler whatsoever and there are times that I feel that I need to accept that it has come to the inevetible. Just when I thought that I had Tyler and we are happy together, the demons had to come creeping out the closet. I know that I still owe Brooke an answer, and yes, so am I going to owe Tyler. But there is something that I need to do before I can even get there. Yes, things are coming together in such a weird and crazy way, but by far not normal at all. Never did I think that this would have come to back to haunt me one day. But I love Tyler, and this is for him that I need to do this today. I cannot even go back to a time where I can remember not loving Tyler at all. Never though did I think it would lead up to it in such a difficult and trying way. I always knew that we were destined to be together no matter what secrets were hiding in my past. B
There has not been any movement from Tyler again. The Doctor is writing it off as a freak moment that his brain showed activity. I am wanting to believe is that I shocked him so bad that he does not want to come back to reality. Is this what our lives are going to come to? Apart from my battle with trying to get Tyler to come back home, I still have Brooke waiting around for answers. Detective Fletcher has also snuck his head in regularly keeping an eye on Tyler’s condition. My life is a mess. So I guess that life goes on. I would love to believe that I am doing fine, but my heart has now, in fact, seized to exist. I cannot bear the pain anymore. It has been suffocated to such a brink that it is only but lying like a dormant vessel in my body, one I can by all honesty say, I do not wish to revive. What has revived itself with a newfound urgency is the rate that the bleeding irises find themselves watering up with tears every day. I am trying t
After what has been the longest month of my life, Tyler has opened his eyes and is speaking. There is no word to describe how I feel that he has finally seen that light and followed it home. But apart from being back here with us talking, I can see there is a confused look in his eyes. There is still something that is haunting him in those eyes. I need to be patient with him to see what he can remember, I need to see if he can remember what happened that got him here. The thought of having to deal with a ghost of a man all over again does set the fear into my horror. So yet, I wait patiently for him to speak while Doctor is giving him a quick check-up. “Jenna, what happened? Why am I in hospital.?” I look at Doctor Cane, waiting for him to tell me that it is okay to Tyler what has happened. “Tyler, you were in an accident. Can you not remember?” He touches the bandages on his head and that confusion grows even more, “What type of accident?” I
I am watching as Tyler places the note down in front of him on the bed. There is a look of pure terror that has now consumed his beautiful blue eyes. Behind the confusion, there is something more that he is hiding behind the façade. He is scared. He has a fear in him that I have only seen but once in him before. And that was the day that he walked out of that barn. Did he hear my conversation with Brooke? Every part of me hopes that he did not. I am yet to answer for that fateful night and for everything that happened. I can only imagine what this is going to do to him. I have not only betrayed and lied to him but, should Mark find me one day, I will put Tyler in harm all over again. So after what seems for ten long uncomfortable minutes in silence, I ask for Doctor Cane and everyone else to leave the room. Then I turn to Tyler, and I know that the moment has now come; I need to tell him the truth before Detective Fletcher, whom I see is already hanging aroun
...Tyler POV... “Get out!” My voice echoes down the corridor of the hospital as I show for Jenna to immediately leave the room. Never did I think that Jenna shall treat me in such a way. My temper so wants to boil out of control. My anger has now reached its peak; how can she think that saying sorry to me is going to make anything better. I cannot believe the words that are coming from her mouth.Now let us take this into perspective, I have had my fair share of my own lies. And yes, it might have caused a rather trying time in our relationship, but nothing justifies what she has done. This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the woman you love. She shall not see my tears; she shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And do they cut deep? Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is
…Tyler POV… Guess it was failed from the start, yes it was a thrilling ride, but I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for, beyond all the craziness that filled our lives, I need to allow myself to remember why I did not want to get involved. What made it all worthwhile was having her in my arms. I always thought that I have no purpose if I did not have her presence in my life. With Jenna, I needed to prove myself as the man I wish she would desire. Guess I have failed myself, not even to mention her as well. Ya…I am soft. But to have beauty in your life is easy; to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she did complete my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing. Well, is that just not a bunch of Bullshit! I was
I have not spoken to Tyler since yesterday since we brought him home from the hospital. When I wake up this morning, he is still fast asleep, so I make my way down to the kitchen, where I decide to phone Sandra. "Morning, Sandra." "Morning, sweety. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, better than I have in a while." But she knows me all too well and knows that I am hiding something behind my trembling voice. "What is wrong, Jenna?" "Sandra, maybe I am not the right person for Tyler. I don't want to hurt him, but I think that maybe it is better that I leave him. I need to push him away." "Jenna, you know that it is not something you want to do." "Sandra, I have to. I need him to leave and forget about me. I have to. We cannot be together. I must just accept my fate, and Tyler needs to make peace with it." I hear a shuffle of feet behind me. I turn around. It is Tyler; he has listened to every word I said. He looks at me an