After making the necessary arrangements, my father prepares for our journey back to Bulgaria. As we board, the cabin is filled with a sense of quiet determination. My father settles beside me, ensuring I am as comfortable as possible. His personal assistant, a few close aides, and the nurse accompany us. The jet takes off smoothly. Despite the turbulence of the past few weeks, there is a certain calm in knowing that I am heading to a place where I can focus entirely on my recovery.The flight is serene, and I allow myself to rest, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety about the road to recovery ahead. My father’s reassurance and the comfort of the jet make the transition from hospital to home feel like a hopeful new beginning.The private jet lands smoothly in Sofia, and as we disembark, I can’t help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. My father’s luxurious car awaits on the tarmac, and we make our way to our home.Once we arrive, he carefully helps me from the car and into my r
As the weeks go by, I start to notice the first signs of improvement from the dengue hemorrhagic fever. The intense pain and debilitating symptoms that once overwhelmed me are gradually easing. My father's care and the medical team's expertise are making a noticeable difference.The fever has long since subsided, and the constant nausea and weakness begin to fade. I am now able to eat small, nourishing meals without feeling queasy. Each day, I find myself gaining a little more energy and strength.I start with short, gentle movements. I practice sitting up in bed and shifting my position slowly, building up my endurance. Each small victory, like managing to sit up and stay upright for longer periods, feels monumental.The doctors continue to monitor my progress closely, ensuring my recovery is on track. They are pleased with my improving blood counts and reduced symptoms. I am gradually weaning off the medications and treatments as my body regains its strength.By the end of the month
After spending four months here in Sofia, I’m feeling so much better and can’t wait to get back to school. What I’m looking forward to the most is seeing Ethan. I miss him so much and can’t wait to be back at school where I can see him again. The thought of reuniting with him keeps me motivated and excited as I recover.Packing my things in Sofia is bittersweet. My room, with the posters of models, my library shelves, and the beautiful mirror where I did my makeup—all these have been part of my healing journey. As I fold my clothes and place them into my suitcase, each item reminds me of the struggle and the progress I've made.My father helps with the last of my bags. He has been my rock through all of this. Now, as we prepare to leave for NYC, I see the worry in his eyes mixed with pride. Boarding the private jet, I take a last look at Sofia, a city that has become a part of me.The flight to NYC is long, giving me time to reflect. Leaving Sofia feels like closing a chapter filled w
I take a deep breath and grab my bag. I make my way to Aiden’s apartment, determined to have a conversation with him. When I finally reach his building, I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts and my courage. I need answers, and I need to understand why things happened the way they did.I press the buzzer, my heart pounding in my chest. After a few moments, the door buzzes open. When the door opens, Aiden stands there, looking surprised to see me. I take a deep breath and step inside, ready to face the conversation that has been weighing on my mind.We both are just staring at each other, not uttering a single word. He might be thinking why I am here so suddenly. He was pretending as if he's innocent all the time. I want to see if he still tries to pretend that he loves me, or if he's going to tell the truth. “It’s been a while. You seem okay now,” he says, his voice choking with emotions. “I still have feelings for you. Can we patch up? I love you,” I say, locking my eyes with h
I take steps backwards, and as my feet touch the couch, I collapse onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Aiden tries to speak, but I can’t hear him through the sound of my own heartbreak.I just sit here, feeling lost and broken. The anger I felt moments ago is gone, replaced by an overwhelming numbness. I can’t find the will to think or react—only the dull ache in my chest and the silence around me.Aiden approaches me and kneels down in front of me. “Slap me a thousand times more, but trust me…I love you,” he says, brushing his fingers on my feet. “Please, give me a chance. I will never hurt you again.”I'm just staring at Aiden as he talks, but his words barely register. I feel numb, like I’m in a daze. The pain in my heart is so overwhelming that I can’t even process it fully. It’s like a dull, constant ache that won’t go away, no matter how much I cry or scream."My mother used to say that when I will grow up, a prince will come, riding a white horse from the moon, to sweep me
“I thought you were the guy I met in Corsica, so I made you my boyfriend,” I say, glancing away briefly. “That's why I accepted your proposal.”“So, all this time, you thought I was someone else? Someone you met in your childhood? I was never enough on my own, was I?” Aiden’s voice trembles with pain.His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my own misguided beliefs. How could I have been so blind?“I thought you loved me for me,” he continues, his eyes searching mine for answers. “But now I realize you were just seeing a ghost from your past.”Guilt washes over me, heavy and suffocating. “Aiden, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just…” I pause, as my words falter, caught in the web of my own mistakes.“I thought you liked me,” he says, his voice breaking. “I thought what we had was real. I thought you were my forever. But now I see it was all based on a lie.”“I never meant to deceive you, Aiden. I cared for you, truly. It’s just…when I met you, everything about you
I try to calm myself down, taking deep breaths and wiping away my tears. My mind starts wandering, grasping at any thought to distract me from the pain. Did the guy from Corsica even exist? Or was he just a figment of my imagination? A coping mechanism I created to escape the harsh reality of my life?I wipe my tears, grab my bag, and emerge towards the door. I walk out of Aiden's apartment, feeling numb. My heart aches, my mind is a whirlwind of confusion and pain. As I step onto the crowded street, the weight of everything crashes down on me. I keep my head down, not wanting to face the world, when suddenly, I feel a familiar gaze. I look up, and there he is. Ethan. His eyes are teary, and he’s standing among the bustling crowd, looking right at me.Before I can react, he moves towards me, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. He grabs my arms gently but firmly, his eyes searching mine. "Did you not miss me for a single day?” he says, and a tear escapes his eye. “I was d
I feel like I’m on the verge of breaking down. The more I think about Aiden’s behavior, that boy from Corsica, and my own reactions, the more I feel like my mind is about to explode. I can’t take it anymore. The constant barrage of abrupt thoughts and overwhelming emotions—is becoming unbearable. I need to understand why I’m imagining these things, why my behavior has become so erratic. There has to be a reason behind it all, and I’m desperate to find some clarity.I need someone who can help me navigate these chaotic thoughts and emotions, someone who can help me understand what’s going on in my mind. I’m scared, but I know that I can’t continue living like this. It’s time to confront my fears head-on and find the answers I need to start healing. I make an appointment with a therapist, hoping that this step will lead me towards understanding and peace.Sitting in the therapist's cozy office, I feel a knot in my stomach. The room is softly lit, filled with warm colors and comforting