I’m worried about Linnea. It’s almost been three hours since she left and I’m on pins and needles. Ever since what happened to her, my protectiveness increased. I thought about sending a bodyguard after her, but if she found out, she’d hate me more and that’s the last thing I want.
Maybe her mother turned out to be a nice woman and they’re catching up. I don’t need to always assume the worst. I have already informed her parents and Henry about where she went today. I have been giving them updates about her regularly since she refuses to talk to any of them.
The doorbell rings and Carole goes to open it. I’m hoping it’s Linnea because I’m tired of worrying about her.
“She’s not back yet, is she?” Henry asks once he walks inside. At least I won’t be worrying on my own now.
“No, she’s not. I wish I could just call her. I don’t even know what I’m allowed to do with her anymore.” I sigh in frustration.
“At least she talks to you. She has been ghost
Henry messed up! Published on February 22nd, 2022
“Linnea, Henry is really sorry and he regrets everything he has said to you. He’s just scared of your reaction. That’s why he hasn’t called you,” Zoey says, looking at me. I’m currently hanging out with Thalia and Zoey at Thalia’s place. Henry broke the news about my vacation then my moving to the UK to my parents and Zoey. He told his fiancee about what he had said to me and I’m not really sure what he expects me to do or say. “He wouldn’t have said what he said if he didn’t mean at least a part of it and I can assure you that all parts are equally painful,” I tell her, playing with the edge of the cushion I’m holding. “Maybe he was frustrated. Henry has never been ghosted by you and this is taking its toll on him,” Thalia tries to lighten the intensity of what he said to me. “And… we’re supposed to be getting married after a while and he told me before it’s so hard on him to not have you involved in all of the planning. He has always imagined doing
She doesn’t understand what she means to me. She doesn’t know that she’s the oxygen I breathe, and my life is meaningless and incomplete without her. I’m aware of the mistakes I made, and I regret tricking her into marrying me, but if she just gives me a chance, I will live the rest of my life making it up to her for every second she spent crying because of me. What slightly calms the fire in my heart is the fact that I know she still loves me. If she doesn’t love me, she would have told me that she hated me. She didn’t and I’m really thankful that she didn’t because nothing would have stopped my heart from bleeding if I had heard her saying these words. Linnea has become my world, to the extent that I don’t know what my life used to be like before her. I don’t know how I used to make myself happy before her. Everything before her is hazy and I’m okay with this. I don’t want that version of my life before her. I just want her. I want her to forgive me
I have been here for ten days, yet I have barely left my suite. I’m in California, a city that never sleeps; however, I’m locking myself in my room because there’s nothing I feel like doing. There's this numbness inside of me that I can't seem to get rid of most of the time. The few occasions it leaves me it gets replaced by a heavy pain that makes me cry my eyes out. There are tons of things that can be done in this huge city, yet nothing is sparking my interest. Hell, I’m even eating most of my meals here. This is extremely unhealthy. Despite how down I'm feeling, I force myself out of bed and decide to head to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. Maybe I can take a walk around afterwards. I need to freshen up. I have been having online sessions with my therapist and she's concerned about my mental well-being. She thinks that I have gotten worse since I left. I agree with her but I don't want to tell her that out loud. I’m starting to think that coming here w
I've been here for eighteen days and I wish I could say I'm getting better. I'm getting worse. I'm being swallowed by my dark thoughts. I'm losing myself and slowly slipping away. This city is beautiful but not as beautiful as Miami. Maybe I’m being biased because it’s my hometown. It’s a place that has all my childhood memories and my family. I miss every single one of them. I have been wandering around the city for hours. The sun was still there when I stepped out of the hotel, but it's dark now. Whenever I look around, I see people walking, talking, and having fun with their loved ones. This is enough to spark my jealousy, to make me think of everything I threw behind. I don’t know if I have it in me to start fresh. To look for new people whom I can consider family. I don’t want that. I think my family now knows how to live without me. I have been away for long and maybe they're better off without me. I bring a lot of drama. They deserve a quiet and peacef
Knocks on the door wake me up. Whoever is knocking isn't taking a break, as if I sleep right behind the door. I rub my eyes and stumble to the door. I’m so tired. I look through the peephole and find Nathan. Butterflies dance in my stomach and I quickly open the door. The moment I open the door, he engulfs me in his arms and I let him. I scared him. I scared all of them. They saved me. I wrap my arms around him and he kisses my forehead and my cheeks as he holds me tightly. “You’re okay, aren’t you?” His tone is full of fear. The way his arms are tightening around me makes me feel protected, like nothing in this world could ever harm me. Not even my dark thoughts. “I’m alright. What’s wrong? Weren’t we on a video call after we hung up on the phone?” I frown, looking at him. Why does he seem so pale and breathless like that? “Your tablet ran out of battery I think. I tried to call you on your phone, but you didn’t answer. I spent the last three hours o
I don't know what's going on between Linnea and me, but I will accept whatever she decides to give me. I can't ask much of her right now, not when she's in this state, not when she's far from being stable. I can never emotionally manipulate the girl I love into being with me when I know quite well her thoughts are all over the place. I cannot ask her to make such a huge decision about our relationship when she can barely think straight. I still can't believe what was about to happen. I almost lost her. Forever. There's a difference between losing somebody you love, but knowing they're okay and alive and losing somebody forever, knowing that you can never listen to their voice again or see them in front of you ever again. I would rather have her alive and safe and sound while being away from me than not have her at all or, God forbid, have her dead. I look at her in my arms and silently thank God that I get to hold her again. She looks incredibly
“I know your gadgets are your life, but this is temporary. Just for the first week, yeah?” Nathan says and I just nod. I want to get better. I want to heal, so I will do anything to get better. “It's just for a month. I guess I will manage,” I say, taking a deep breath. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that I can check myself out whenever I want. I also despise how I will get no visitors during my first week there. I packed many books with me to kill time. They say there will be many activities we can do there, but I still like to bring my own entertainment items. I came back five days ago. I talked to my mum once on the phone, assuring her that I was okay. Nathan has been keeping his eyes on me, making sure that I won't do anything stupid. Honestly, I haven't gotten the urge to act foolishly ever since I came back. “Your parents are here,” Nathan tells me when the doorbell rings. Anxiousness fills me upon hearing that. I'm supposed to be
“Why did you leave?” I mumble, bringing myself before him. His handsome face is gloomy and his eyes aren't as bright as they usually are. “It's a familial moment, I thought I should give you some privacy,” he says, causing a crease to appear between my eyebrows. “You’re family, Nathan,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. “You’re my family and I… I love you.” It’s been a while since I said those words. My words seem to be foreign to him as if he didn't believe I'd say these words again. “I love you as my husband. The man I married. The man I want to build a family with,” I add, feeling the need to be more specific because it seems like he’s in a state of disbelief. “Wait… so we’re not getting a divorce?” he says and I shake my head, smiling a little at him. “You’re not moving to the UK?” “It’s so cold for me. I prefer Miami,” I grin and he laughs, pulling me into his arms and twirling me around, causing me to squeal. “I love you, Linnea
We are actually married, yet we’ve taken this whole repeating-our-wedding thing incredibly seriously. Nathan wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams. I thought he would oppose the theme I have always wanted, but surprisingly, he liked it. A winter-themed wedding. When I talked to the wedding planner about everything I had in mind, she showed me amazing pictures that I fell in love with. I loved how Nathan didn’t throw everything on me. He was there every step of the way. He was there while choosing the decorations, during the cake-tasting, and choosing the venue. He tried to be there when I was shopping for the dress, but as I said, we took everything seriously. If he saw the dress before the wedding, it would be bad luck. I think we both have had our fair share of bad luck and I wasn’t going to risk anything. Luckily, Henry and Zoey had their wedding three months before our wedding anniversary, so we managed to have o
“Babe, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” I look up from the book I’m reading and meet Nathan’s eyes. The surgery was ten days ago and it was a success. None of us is facing any problems. Well, medical problems, because I’m dealing with another problem called Nathan. He has been so protective. He doesn’t let me do anything and even when he’s at work, Malory stays with me and she’s just as bad as her son. He has alarms for all the medicines I need to take and he even monitors what I eat. But I can’t be mad at him for taking care of me because if I were in his shoes, I would be just as bad as him. “what is it?” I wonder. He’s sitting in front of me on the couch. “Madelyn wants to meet you.” I frown. I don’t know a Madelyn. “Your biological sister.” “Oh,” I mutter. “Why would she want to?” There’s nothing that connects us except for the woman who gave birth to me. I can’t even call her a mother. She’s a monster that I have zero compa
She’s going to be okay. I know she is. But that doesn’t prevent me from worrying about her. She is in surgery. She has just entered the operating room. The doctors told us that this may take up to eight hours. What would they do for eight hours? What am I supposed to do until she’s out of surgery? Wait? Pray? “You’re going to pass out if you stay like that,” Thalia says, handing me a cup of coffee. “I can’t just calm down. What if a complication took place and they couldn’t find a solution? Have you seen Grey’s Anatomy? Complications happen out of the blue! When you least expect it! A woman once died because of hiccups and another one died because the resident forgot to check her throat and there was soot in there!” I exclaim. “Can you guarantee that they won’t make mistakes?” “Wow… She made you addicted to the show and it ruined you,” Thalia comments, and I frown. Am I going out of my mind? “Linnea is going to be more than fine. She’s our fighter. She has be
I wasn’t the only one who was tested. Zoey, dad, Nathan, Thalia, Asher, and I all got tested, but I was the only one who turned out to be a match. “There are no dangers on her life, right? She’s going to walk out of this surgery in good health, isn’t she?” Nathan asks the doctor. “She’s not going to walk out of the surgery all fine. She will need time to recover, but her liver will grow back to its normal size in about a year. It will function normally though after two to four weeks,” the doctor explains everything to my worried husband. “I will be fine. Stop panicking.” I look up at him. “It won’t hurt to be more sure,” he mumbles. “I also have to let you know that there will be a scar that will fade by time, but it may leave a trace. You can always get it fixed through plastic surgery though,” the doctor says. “I don’t care about the scar. I just want Henry to be okay,” I say. “We will run some tests and if all is well, we wi
I have been too caught up with Nathan to ask about Henry. I feel like a horrible sister. But my world completely stopped the moment my eyes fell on my husband. I was petrified of losing him or having him terribly hurt, so when I saw him in front of me, I was finally able to breathe. Asher told me that my parents, Zoey and Malory were here. Are they with Henry now? I have millions of questions running through my head right now and I don’t know if I should dump them all on Nathan. “Baby, sit down,” he says, gently pulling me to sit beside him on the bed and I do. “Henry and I were in the car. We were running some errands before coming to pick you up. Yes, I’m at fault, I was on the phone, but I swear I was still paying attention. The phone was even connected to the car. somebody was driving their truck quickly and they weren’t paying attention. They passed the red light and they crashed into us, sending our car flipping in the air.” A gasp escapes me as Nathan recounts
“What happened to them?” I gulp, wrapping my cardigan more around myself. I think my heart may stop at any given moment because of how fast it is beating. “There’s been an accident,” Thalia reluctantly says and my breath hitches in my throat. “We don’t know how they are. We found out first by total coincidence.” “When did it happen and how are they?” I feel sick and I want to cry. “I was on the phone with Nathan and one minute he was talking to me, telling me that he was on his way with Henry to pick you up, and next thing I heard Henry yelling and there was a loud crash. This all happened less than two hours ago. They have been admitted to the hospital and your parents are there and so are Malory and Zoey,” Asher answers all my questions. “Take me there, please. Now.” Tears are already brimming in the corner of my eyes. They have to be okay. I can’t afford to lose any of them. No, this can't be happening. Not after everything we have all been
“You seem happy,” my therapist smiles at me when I walk inside her office. “I am!” I grin, sitting down on the couch. I’m getting out tomorrow. I was supposed to be staying for a month, but I ended up staying for forty-five days based on my request. I was even more strict with myself regarding my use of my gadgets. I was allowed to freely use them after the first two weeks, but I decided to minimize my use for them as much as possible. I only used my phone when I wanted to make phone calls. “You know, I still can’t believe you chose to stay here for more than the period assigned for you,” she tells me and I shrug. “It was my choice to come here. I truly wanted to get better. If I had left after only one month just like how we originally planned, I would have been lying to myself.” “Your honest desire to get better really warms my heart,” she tells me. “So how are you feeling today?” “I feel fine. Really fine. It doesn’t hurt to breathe or to w
“Why did you leave?” I mumble, bringing myself before him. His handsome face is gloomy and his eyes aren't as bright as they usually are. “It's a familial moment, I thought I should give you some privacy,” he says, causing a crease to appear between my eyebrows. “You’re family, Nathan,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. “You’re my family and I… I love you.” It’s been a while since I said those words. My words seem to be foreign to him as if he didn't believe I'd say these words again. “I love you as my husband. The man I married. The man I want to build a family with,” I add, feeling the need to be more specific because it seems like he’s in a state of disbelief. “Wait… so we’re not getting a divorce?” he says and I shake my head, smiling a little at him. “You’re not moving to the UK?” “It’s so cold for me. I prefer Miami,” I grin and he laughs, pulling me into his arms and twirling me around, causing me to squeal. “I love you, Linnea
“I know your gadgets are your life, but this is temporary. Just for the first week, yeah?” Nathan says and I just nod. I want to get better. I want to heal, so I will do anything to get better. “It's just for a month. I guess I will manage,” I say, taking a deep breath. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that I can check myself out whenever I want. I also despise how I will get no visitors during my first week there. I packed many books with me to kill time. They say there will be many activities we can do there, but I still like to bring my own entertainment items. I came back five days ago. I talked to my mum once on the phone, assuring her that I was okay. Nathan has been keeping his eyes on me, making sure that I won't do anything stupid. Honestly, I haven't gotten the urge to act foolishly ever since I came back. “Your parents are here,” Nathan tells me when the doorbell rings. Anxiousness fills me upon hearing that. I'm supposed to be