Love Fades With Bygone Days Chapter 11
The doctor continued scrolling through the records.
“She once said something that stuck with me,” he recalled.
“She said that if she ever got better, she was going to leave this place.”
“Go somewhere no one knew her.”
“At the time, I thought it was just her emotional state talking. But looking back, I think she meant it.”
When Tomas walked out of the hospital, night had fallen.
He stood at the entrance, watching the endless stream of people, and was struck by the absurdity of it all.
He’d had Alessia. He’d had Leo. He’d had the picture-perfect family.
But he had lost me.
The woman who had lived with him in a leaking apartment, who had shared a single sandwich with him, who had stayed by his side when he had nothing.
He remembered the day of my car accident.
The emergency notification from my car’s system had come through to his phone.
He had seen it.
It even had my location attached.
But Alessia had been sick that day, doubled over with stomach pains and vomiting.
He’d silenced his phone, telling himself he’d deal with it later.
And then he forgot.
By the time I contacted him again, a month had passed.
I was out of the hospital, and through the screen, I’d asked him, “Why didn’t you come see me?”
He had hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “Work has been insane.”
I was quiet for a long time.
In the end, all I said was one word.
“Fine.”
He hadn’t understood then what that “fine” really meant.
Now he did.
It wasn’t forgiveness.
It was the sound of a heart that had been disappointed one too many times.
