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Lionel’s POVAt exactly 2 p.m., I get a call from Maya through Evelyn’s phone. I answer immediately.“Hello,” I say, stepping out of the grocery store. I’d gone in to pick up a few things for my fridge—it’s embarrassingly empty.“I’m at the airport,” she says.She doesn’t have to ask; I know I have to pick her up myself. “I’m coming to you,” I tell her, ending the call before she can respond.I toss the bags of groceries into the boot, shut it with a solid thud, and get into the car. The drive should take less than half an hour if traffic behaves, but my mind isn’t on the road. It's on all the things that the doctor told me about Evelyn's health.…Maya’s POVSince I heard that Evelyn is sick, I’ve been uneasy. Not the kind of unease you can brush off with a good night’s sleep—the kind that crawls under your skin and stays there. I couldn’t wait until the weekend like I’d planned. The idea of her alone, unwell, and probably pretending everything was fine made my chest feel too tight.
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Lionel's POV I stare at Dr. Philips’ name flashing across my phone screen, my foot still pressed harder than necessary on the brake. For a second, I just watch it ring, my mind already running ahead, imagining the worst-case scenarios. Nothing good comes from an early morning call from a doctor—especially not when Evelyn is lying in a hospital bed.I swipe to answer. “Doctor.”“Mr. Lionel,” Dr. Philips says, his voice steady but holding the kind of lump that makes your stomach knot, “we’ve concluded all the tests. I’d like to discuss the results with you in person.”My grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Okay. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”The moment the call ends, I press down on the accelerator, weaving through the morning traffic like every second shaved off the trip could save her. The streets blur past—cafés opening their shutters, people walking with coffee cups in hand, all moving through their normal lives while mine feels paused in this constant state of tension.By
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Lionel’s POVI conclude with Melissa and head back home, my mind still tangled in the conversation we’d just had. The drive is quiet, and for a while, I let the silence wrap around me. But the second I open my front door, that silence dies a sudden, messy death.My living room looks like a war zone. My throw pillow—the expensive imported one I’d told myself I didn’t need but bought anyway—has been split wide open, its insides ripped out and scattered across the floor like snow after a storm. Foam stuffing covers the rug, the couch, the coffee table.For a few seconds, I just stand there at the doorway, frozen. My eyes travel slowly over the destruction, like maybe if I look long enough, it’ll start to make sense.It doesn’t.This is exactly why I don’t like animals. And that throw pillow… it was way too expensive to die like this.The culprit is nowhere in sight. Not that I’m about to start hunting it down. I don’t have the patience.I head straight to my bedroom, strip out of my clot
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Lionel's POV.I drive into Melissa’s office building complex with my pulse running a marathon. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I kill the engine. The silence in the car feels louder than my thoughts.I can’t wait anymore.Getting out, I slam the door and cross the lot in quick strides, impatience riding every muscle in my body. The elevator is slow, occupied. My legs are faster. So I take the stairs—three flights, barely stopping to catch my breath.My heart thunders as I push through the hallway and into the reception. I didn’t expect her to have a secretary. But there she is—a slim woman with a tidy bun and a confused frown—rising halfway from her desk like she’s about to scold me.“Sir—excuse me, you can’t just walk in—”I don’t even look at her. I’m already at Melissa’s door, pushing it open before she can form another sentence.And then I see her.Standing behind her desk, laptop open, voice steady as she speaks into a video call. Her gaze shifts when s
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Lionel's POV “Uhm—”“Can I see her now? Is she okay? What happened to her?” I follow questions upon questions, barely giving the doctor a second to respond. My voice trembles with urgency.The doctor watches me for a few quiet seconds, his face unreadable.“Please, come to my office,” he says finally.My heart nearly drops to the floor.There’s something terrifying about those words. When a doctor asks you to follow him to his office, it rarely means anything good. My chest tightens. Just when I thought I could breathe again. Without saying another word, he turns and walks down the hallway, leaving me to follow.I trail behind him, my legs suddenly feeling like lead. We reach the door to his office, and he pushes it open. I step inside after him and quietly shut the wooden door behind me. The office smells faintly of antiseptic and something citrusy. I sink into the plastic chair opposite his sleek black desk, which is neatly arranged with medical files, books, a BP checker, a pack o
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Lionel’s POVI’ve been pacing for what feels like hours. My legs are tired, my brain more so, but the restlessness just won’t leave me. It’s like I’m stuck in this cycle of regret and confusion, haunted by Evelyn’s silence and that last moment we shared—if you could even call it a moment.She didn’t say much, but her eyes… they said everything. Anger. Hurt. Maybe even betrayal. I don’t know anymore.I drag a hand over my face, then over my head. The air in my apartment feels tight, suffocating. I’ve sent messages. Called a few times, not too much—I didn’t want to be that guy. But who am I kidding? She’s blocked me. I can feel it in my gut.And still, I like her.More than like, maybe.I don’t know how, or why, or when exactly it shifted, but it has.And then there’s Melissa.The worst timing possible.Of all the days to come back into my life, she had to choose now. I’ve already scheduled a meeting with her. I want closure. I stop pacing and glance at my phone again. Still nothing.
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