LOGINToday, every step I take as I walk along the hospital corridor feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon.It has been three days since I received the first phone call from them, and I've made up my mind.I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass of the door. Inside, I see Sebastian, sitting on the bed.My throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes.I'm starting to doubt myself again, wondering whether I have enough strength to do this.To leave him.Right now. While he's still lying in the hospital, wounded because of me. It's incredibly cruel that what I'm going to do next will only add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse.I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this.But I have to. For myself. For him. For us.Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time with him, even just for one more
Here is the revised chapter with all the requested name changes applied. The grammar, sentence structure, and flow have been carefully polished while preserving the emotional intensity, intimate tone, and present-tense point of view.I can't believe what I'm seeing. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I never want to wake up.Sebastian tries to move his fingers again, but he's still incredibly weak. I stroke his hand gently, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim in my eyes."You—you woke up," I whisper.He gazes at me, his eyes intense. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And in it, you called out to me. Many times."I brush my fingers across his cheek. A tear gathers in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking..." he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away and leave you like that, could I?”My lips tremble, and I choke on a sob. He stares at me, his eyes be
I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air."Morning, Edward."I almost bite my tongue to stop myself from saying the next words, but to hell with it—I decide to take a chance. "Morning, beautiful."I know she won't take it the way other girls normally would. Still, a smirk curves my lips."Did you hit your head or something?" she asks, and I can practically see her rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova."I chuckle. What a perfect way to start the morning. Our banter. Suddenly, all the tension of the morning rush disappears just from hearing her voice.I like Fiona. People might think that's bullshit since I always like girls—when do I not? My reputation as a player has definitely reached her. But what I mean is that I really like Fiona. I'm taking things slowly and carefully because, as far as I know, she isn't ready to label us as anything more
I can't believe I let him hold me again when I broke down. I must admit that having him here puts my heart at ease while Sebastian is on the run.I watch as he sits at the desk in the guest bedroom, opening his laptop, while I prepare breakfast. I don't know if he’s already eaten, but there’s no harm in preparing food for him, too. I hear him talking to someone on the phone about academic projects. It’s too early for that—it must be something urgent.Then I remember he’s supposed to start his internship at the oil company—the one I visited when I brought him his notebook. He told me it would start three months after he passed his interview, which is right around this month. Is he postponing the start date? Because of me?My heart sinks as I think about the circumstances. I’ve been right all along: our futures don't align. I’ll only be a hindrance, a burden to his bright path.I’m so occupied by these thoughts while scrambling eggs that I don’t realize he’s stepped out of the guest bedr
SiennaThe thought of Edward purchasing a gun bothered me the entire night, but I decided not to question him about it again. I keep wondering why he suddenly felt the need to carry one. We’ve been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything has been fine.This morning, he left for work as usual. While I am finishing blow-drying my hair in the bathroom, I hear footsteps downstairs. My heart thumps hard against my chest. Ever since the incident with Julian breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound or the slightest movement makes me feel paranoid again. I’m sure Edward locked the door, so if it wasn't him, who else could have entered?Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing to avoid making any noise. My pulse quickens as I reach the ground floor. When I see the person standing in the living room, I yelp in surprise.My eyes widen: it’s Sebastian. While seeing him definitely washes away my fear that a total stranger broke in, it doe
SiennaThe moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. I never thought I would say those words to him, but I had to.We can’t be together anymore. I’ve promised myself that I am going to forget everything about my painful past—about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be that way without him. I’ve planned my future, and he won’t be in the picture. Our futures don't align; mine will only destroy his.Edward leans back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed. He heard everything.When he turns to me and walks closer to pull me into a hug, I bury my face in his chest and cry until I’m empty, hugging him back. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Hurting Sebastian breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine.He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited even when the rain was pouring down on him. He was crying when he said he loved me.But then, I just crushed him with my lies.“I don’t lo
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