Jakob’s POV After debating on where to go next, I decided to take her to the Eiffel Tower. We stepped out of the elevator and I couldn't help but watch her while her eyes lit up. She was like a kid in a candy store, bouncing from one big point to the next. She was busy snapping pictures and taking in the breathtaking views of the city. She would exclaim at every sight she saw. I giggled at every one of her characteristics. I couldn't help but stare longer than usual, wondering what was so special about her that made me so softened and happy just looking at her. I followed her around and I found myself feeling more alive than I had been in a month or maybe a year. Perhaps it was because of the city, maybe because of the company, but whatever it was, I was grateful for it. And that was caused because of Selene.Her voice suddenly called me back to l life as she screamed my name waving from where she was standing with a large smile on her lips, I could not help but wave back giving he
Selene’s POV We drove home and I could not help but notice that Jakob was different. He was quiet and unbothered his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I tried to make conversation but he just grunted. I watched as his finger gripped the steering wheel too tight. "Jakob," I called softly but he didn't respond. I relieved a sign turning in my seat to face him."Jakob, what's wrong?" I asked. Still, he said nothing. His eyes stayed glued on the road. My face turned into a frown."Jakob!" I snapped, my patience thinning “What!” he finally backed his voice sharp and his eyes were flicking toward me in annoyance.I flinched at his tone and my anger rose. "What the hell is your problem? One minute we are having fun and the next minute you are acting like I don't exist. If I did something wrong, tell me!" I yelled. His finger switched on the wheel. "It is nothing," he muttered under his breath but I was not stupid enough to believe that."Don't lie to me," I said, crossing my arms on my chest
Jakob POVI hadn't eaten my dinner when suddenly my phone buzzed. It was Julie. My heart immediately raced as I read the message: "Selene's in the hospital. Please come quickly.Whatever food there was now mattered very little; I dropped my fork and just raced my mind. Wheeling right away towards the door, I did not give any second thought to getting the coat and other stuff; it all boiled down to getting to Selene now.It was not that far, yet it took me an eternity to get to the hospital. Down the hallways, I hustled-wheels echoing in the quiet, my heart pounding louder with each step that brought me closer. Coming into her room, I almost froze at the door.She was as white as a ghost, lying in her hospital bed, about four IV drips hooked into her arms. A catch in my breath couldn't be helped, as bad as I had been worried about her, it was worse than what I had thought it could be, couldn't happen.Julie was standing near the bed, staring at me weirdly. I wheeled myself inside slow
Selene POVLying in that hospital bed, I was so weak, so drained. My mind wanted to go through it, but it just circled around this nexus. I had done nothing with my life, nothing important. So many issues left unfinished now, here I was, in a hospital, basically feeling my life as one big junction. Which way do I go now?.Standing beside my bed and looking down at me, talking, he seemed nice, yet I wasn't that convinced of whether I even could trust him at all. "Selene," he then said in that soft voice of his, "we really must talk more seriously about your situation." The doctor said softly, his voice a caress over the hushed air.I wasn't ready for that conversation, though it was finally time everything boiled over. It was all just so heavy, and I had no answers and didn't know what to do. I knew one thing, though-hearing the truth was just what I needed. The minute I continuously avoided what happened inside of me, I was never going to get better."Doctor," I said in a low tone,
Jakob's POVI wheeled myself into the therapist's office. I was loaded with everything that had happened, and hadn't been to this place for a while. But today, I knew I really needed to be talking to him. I was unable to piece together everything inside my head by myself anymore - Selene, my feelings, and the mess that I had become.She smiled serenely at me as I rolled in. "Jakob, it's been a while. How are you?"I let out a deep sigh; everything was weighing down on me. "Not great, to be honest. There's so much running through my mind right now; I don't even know where to start.She nodded, beckoning me to take the chair opposite her. "Take your time. Take it from wherever you like.I feel myself lean back into the chair as my brain tries to bring it all together. "It's about Selene. I don't know what's going on between us, but it feels like I keep messing things up. I care for her, but can't seem to make things right. So confused, and I'm starting to feel like I'm pushing her away
Selene's POV I'd done everything in my power to mend things between Jakob and me. In the end, however, it was time for the truth to set in. I couldn't continue to pursue something that just wasn't ready. He wasn't ready, and perhaps, just perhaps, neither was I.So I resumed life just like any other stranger. That was not how it went, as it was supposed to, but that was how it needed to be. It's easier to stand my ground, to act like everything is fine, than to move forward, relentlessly, with push and pull. I had to come to realize that Jakob wasn't going to give me what I needed. And so I continued on, little by little, starting to lean on others for support. Far from ideal, but still better than feeling completely alone.I threw myself into what I could: work, friends, diversions. I had to be busy. With it all, there was just that little something gnawing away at me. Every time I'd see Jakob, every time he'd try to talk to me, he sounded like he was placing the blame on me-li
Selene's PovAs I walked out of the hospital with Jakob, what the doctor said lingered in my mind. "Always be around him, Selene," he had told me. "Never leave him alone. The more he is supported, the quicker he will recover. Your presence means so much to him." The doctor warned sternly.I knew what he meant, but something inside me twisted when those words came out of his mouth.It was unfair. It wasn't just Jakob who needed support; it was me too. Yet nobody seemed to care about that. For everyone, even the doctor, it was only the recovery of Jakob that mattered, as if my feelings meant nothing at all.I kept pushing those thoughts down, trying to focus on what needed to be done. I told myself that I could handle it. I had to. Jakob was hurting, and I loved him. That was enough reason to put my own feelings aside-right?But the angrier I got, the more and more it seemed the better it was for them. How fair was it that everything in my life had to change because of a problem of J
Jakob's POVThose days, when every hour passing felt so much like forever, so dense and so long. I sat with my chair against the window, lost to my thoughts, when he came in as the door opened.Sean burst in, a radiant smile all over his face, and greeted: "Hey, man, how is the patient today?" Then he slapped his hand on my shoulder, naturally buoyant to bounce into the room.I forced a frail smile at him, but before I could utter anything, the door burst open, and Selene stepped inside."Hey," she said-perhaps her voice was soft, but I could feel the exhaustion in it; she had overburdened herself since she always asked if I was okay.The moment he saw her, his face fell. I did, too-the guilt, the realization that perhaps we had pushed her too hard. He could tell how worn out she was, how much she had been carrying, and it hit him hard. I couldn't blame him for feeling that way. I knew I had been no help, and she had been doing everything on her own.Selene didn't say anything. She
Epilogue(Author’s pov) The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting golden lights across the room. Selene sat on the bed, her laptop was open and her fingers flew over the keys as she responded to emails. Her work demanded her attention too much these days, but it was difficult to concentrate when Ethan was running around the house like a whirlwind. The little boy had energy that never seemed to run out. He kicked his small red ball against the walls and let out triumphant cheers when it bounced back, then ran after it with wild excitement. Selene had gotten the ball for him on his 3rd birthday and ever since, the boy had turned it into his companion and his father hadn’t stopped talking about how he was going to be the best football player in the world. His tiny feet thudded against the floor and along with his squeals of excitement, Selene was frustrated. She didn’t know how else to caution him and had already gotten tired. "Ethan, slow down!" Selene called, he
Selene’s Pov; I kept hearing voices, some were familiar and others, unfamiliar, but what enraged me was that I couldn’t tell whom the voices belonged to. My eyes fluttered open slowly after a while and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the blinding light in the room. The room was unfamiliar and I glanced around, trying to recall how I got here. The ceiling glowed with the harsh fluorescent light. The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose, the rhythmic beeping of a monitor filled the silence around me and my body ached, as if I had been torn apart and stitched back together. I tried to move but my legs didn’t respond and panic rose to my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands moving to my thighs. My fingers trembled as they pressed against my thighs and then my knees, nothing. No sensation, no movement. Nothing at all! A strangled noise escaped my throat as I tried again, harder this time, but my legs remained dead weight beneath me. No, no, no. My heart slammed
Author’s Pov; Logan glanced around quickly, his breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the prison corridor. His palms were slick with sweat, and his heart raced, but that didn’t stop him. This was his moment. This was the perfect opportunity and this time, he was going to ensure that he was successful. But fate had other plans for him.Just as he reached the gates, someone yanked him back. "Going somewhere?" The warden’s voice was taunting. He had been watching the man and knew that he was up to no good. Turns out he was right. Logan gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself out of the man’s grip, but it was useless. Within seconds, two more guards tackled him to the ground, pressing his face into the cold floor. "Son of…" Logan growled, struggling against their grip. "Shut it," one of the guards barked, twisting Logan’s arms painfully behind his back. "You really thought you could buy your way out this time?" Logan chuckled darkly, despite the pain. "Do you ev
Selene's POV The doors opened, and the soft melody of the piano filled the small chapel. My heart pounded so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t help much. My hands felt empty without someone holding them. I had dreamed of this day since I was a little girl, but in those dreams, I never imagined walking down the aisle alone. I had imagined my father to be the one ushering me down the aisle in my glistering and beautiful wedding gown and then into the hands of my husband but I guessed everything happens for a reason. I gripped my bouquet tighter and took my first step. My mother sat in the front row, smiling at me with teary eyes. Jakob’s parents sat beside her, their faces warm and kind. Martha gave me a thumbs-up. Sean nodded, his face serious, but I knew he was happy for me. Julie was grinning, whispering something to her boyfriend, everyone looked at me with love and support, but the empty space beside me was too loud, I was not supposed
Author's POV Two weeks had gone past since they returned to the country. It had been a hard time, keeping memories of sorrow; joy, however, was to remain valid for this night. Jakob and Selene’s parents sat together for dinner, sharing laughter and memories in a great camaraderie of friendship. Summer warm, one could hear names and clinking of glasses and rejoicings. Jakob surveyed the table. He breathed in once. “I want to say something, there is something very important I would like to say.” The attention of the room shifted to him. Selene appeared sweetly and placed her hand on his. He lifted his glass. “But before I say what I have to say, first of all let us take this toast,” he paused as they all took their glass of wine, " To family.” “To family!” Everyone chimed in and raised their glasses. Jakob looked on smiling. “I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for all of you. You have been my backbone, my strength. You pulled me out of the deep waters. Selene’s father..” J
Author's POV Mia planted herself on the cold bench within the jail cell and tapped her fingers against the metallic bars, letting out a huffed breath as she pulled out the tiny phone she had hidden in her pocket and moved her fingers quickly to dial Jacob's number. She needed to act fast before the prison guards on duty came to check on her and caught her, being without a phone was the worst thing that could ever happen to her in this cruel place. She cleared her throat and she mentally went on the words she was going to say to Jakob. The phone rang: once, twice, three times, and then he finally picked up, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want, Mia? How were you able to call me anyways?" She swallowed hard, pressing the phone closer. "Jakob, listen, I don't have much time so you have to listen to me attentively. I need you to get me out of here." Silence. Then a small chuckle. "You need me to do what?" Mia clenched her teeth. "Bail me out, Jakob! I shouldn't b
Selene's POV The TV had been on for some time, but my focus had wandered off entirely. My mind had been busy wandering amidst all the things I had to do when my name rang a bell.I blinked."Selene Carter’s art collection is making waves throughout the industry!" said the host, announcing. "People are talking, and the demand to see the owner herself is growing loud."I froze.Jakob must have been scrolling through his phone. "Did they just say your name?"I nodded slowly. "I think so."Jakob raised the volume. The host continued: "Collectors and critics are raving about the unique style, and emotion behind every piece. The name Selene Carter is being whispered about in art circles, and they want to know who she is?"My phone buzzed again, and a notification popped up, someone had mentioned me in a tweet."Where is Selene Carter? We need to see her! #ArtGenius #Masterpiece."Another tweet appeared."This woman’s art speaks to my soul. Who is she? Someone tell me!"I swallowed. This co
Jakob POV I breathed out the moment the plane touched down. It was a lengthy flight. Selene shifted beside me, stretching her arms. She didn't look at me, nor had she for most of the flight. I cared little, not my problem anymore. "We're here," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. She sighed. "Yeah, we are here finally. The journey for me is so tiring, I need a cool bath and a soft bed to lay on." "Hmm,” I hummed, nodding in agreement to what she wanted. We got our bags and walked out from the plane. The airport was teeming with people; I barely noticed. My eyes straight went to the front where our parents stood awaiting, they spotted us instantly. My mother waved cheerily, and my father grinned beside her. Selene's mother stood there, too, blood-shot but relieved. I expected just a simple greeting, maybe some hugs but as soon as we stepped closer, laughter broke out. My parents were laughing so hard I had to blink, "What's so funny? Is there something on us or did we do something
Jakob's POV. At this point I knew that I was in for some huge ride and I needed to prepare myself for the reality of the situation. This was absurd for me to say the least, but even at that I was only hoping that I will be able to do what I should. Sometimes I wonder why I bothered myself so much with her situation when I should have been able to decipher that she didn't think of me in such a manner. It was more like a thing of convenience for her and even though I didn't want to accept it I guess I found myself doing that already. It didn't mean that I loved it, but I had no choice. "She was going to fight tooth and nail just to have her freedom, or what she considered freedom and I needed to be wise about fighting someone like this. It almost never ended well. I picked up my phone and called my friend. He was the only one who could tell me the truth without hiding. "I need your help because I think I am running mad. I need your help because this woman is about to make me into som