Chapter 6- Past calls

Stan got back to his apartment, where he threw his coat to the floor. He couldn’t ascertain the exact way he felt currently, but he was certain he felt a considerable chunk of relief.

He gulped down hard as he walked to his wardrobe where a small box laid.

He picked it up and stared at the ring intently, recalling how he had gotten her the ring with all his savings, about a year ago.

“Is everything okay?” He had asked Carissa, who appeared to be gloomy and lost in thoughts.

“I’m not certain that I’m okay!” Carissa had replied, causing him to take his hands off the box that laid in his pocket.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He had asked a worried looking Carissa.

“My mother, she cried all through yesterday”, Carissa had said to Stan, who gulped down hard and lowered his eyes to the floor.

“Her debts are due soon, and she has no idea of how to pay them off”, Carissa had said to Stan, who was blank on what to utter.

Back to the present, Stan held the ring and let out loud laughter which transited to tears.

The ring was hers and all his life, he hoped to place it on her fingers some day.

He sank into his bed as slow tears poured out of his eyes.

“Would she accept me back?” He asked himself continuously, without an idea of what the answer might be.

He was certain he made the right decision by letting her go. Her mother needed help at that point and there was nothing he could do to help them.

He was a poor young man who tried so hard to provide for himself, and there was no way he could help with settling off Carissa’s mother debts.

A part of him told him that she still loved him. She had fainted seconds after her eyes met his and deep down his heart, he knew that she had done that because she wasn’t ready to get married to Ethan.

“I need to see her!” He said to himself in conclusion, suddenly jerking up and pacing around the bedroom.

He made to go to the hospital where she was taken to, but after having a second thought, he dismissed the idea.

The hospital was probably going to be crowded with friends and her mother.

He hated seeing her mother, because of the trauma she placed Carissa into.

Carissa never termed it to be “traumatic”, but Stan resolved to that.

He felt that Carissa was pushed into doing something she never wanted to and as a result of that, was facing trauma which she was never going to talk about.

“Can you tell me when she leaves the hospital? I need to talk to her”, Stan sent a quick text message to his friend.

His phone beeped after a while, indicating an incoming message from Jay.

“Text me the name of the hospital where she was taken to. I would head over there and fill you in with any information I get”, Jay replied Stan who heaved a massive sigh of relief.