So we were going to Italy in two weeks. We hadn't even talked much about it. After Jordan brought it up, he closed his eyes in exhaustion and I placed a small kiss on his forehead before slipping out of the room.It was good to see that he was out of danger but we had to remember that he was still weak. He needed to rest. I didn't go home that night. I just wanted to be close to him, even if it just involved staying somewhere in the hospital premises and being content in the knowledge that he was in there, alive and well. We spent a couple more days in the hospital because the hospital needed to go on monitoring Jordan. When Jordan was finally released, we were all relieved. It was so surreal. It felt unreal what we had gone through this past week. And now, knowing that the worst was over now.Later, as we all stood in the parking lot saying our goodbyes, I offered to cook. It was the only thing I could think of that made sense. I needed to do something with my hands, something warm,
Chapter 117The joy that spread through me made my eyes water. The surgery was successful. Jordan was safe. He was alive. He had fought and he had won. A big smile spread on my face as Caleb gathered me into a big hug. His shoulders were heaving, and as I looked up at his face, I saw that his face was tear streaked. He was crying.That was the breaking point. I joined him. The tears that wracked through me were tears of joy mixed with relief. I wasn't losing him. He wasn't going anywhere. The doctor’s words echoed in the silence that followed. Amanda gasped first, covering her mouth with one trembling hand as tears welled up in her eyes. Chloe let out a shaky laugh and leaned against Caleb, who stood rooted to the spot, wide-eyed and blinking as though trying to process that it was real.I pressed a hand to my chest, half-expecting my heart to still be racing, but it wasn’t. Not like before. It was still fast, but calmer somehow—steady, grounded. Jordan was okay. He was alive. He mad
Chapter 116Fear enveloped me like an armor. It couldn't be. Surely, I hadn't seen what I thought I saw. It had to be a figment of my imagination. I looked again to confirm my fears but it was... gone. He was gone.I sat heavily into a chair in the cafe, unable to utter even one word. I knew what I saw. Who I saw. I could never forget that face even if I had a memory loss.But how? Anthony was in jail. He shouldn't yet have gotten out. How did... And what was he even doing here? How did he know? Had he been watching me? Could it be that he was...No. It couldn’t be anything of the sort. This was just me being paranoid. It had been a tiring week. I needed rest. My brain was probably trying to turn my worries on a villain, and who better than Anthony? I took a deep breath and swallowed. Anthony wasn't here. He couldn't be. And I was stronger than this fear. I'd gotten over it, after all. I had sent Anthony to jail. He couldn't hurt me anymore.Still, my pulse thudded in my ears as I
Chapter 115There’s a kind of silence that settles when the body is too afraid to breathe too deeply. A silence so heavy, it sits in your chest like stones. A silence so thick that even thoughts feel muffled.That was the silence that surrounded me as I held Jordan’s hand just moments before he was wheeled into surgery. The days leading to the surgery had been interesting. As much as possible, we had avoided anything that would make us unhappy. We had shoved uncertainty away and embraced hope. If anyone had doubts about the success of the surgery or Jordan's chances, they hid them well. Even Jordan. Especially Jordan.We did not exchange many words that morning. We all just gathered and chattered away before it was time for the surgery. When the nurses finally came in, we gave quick words of assurance. There was a lot of smiling that I was certain was not as real as it looked, but that did not matter. We were all putting on our bravest faces.I was the last to speak to him. God knew t
Chapter 114I didn't go home. I couldn't. I sat on the bench outside Jordan's ward and watched people come and go. The sun was out in a way that caused the light to sneak in through the hospital windows and leave delicate, golden patterns on the tiled floors. I found myself watching these patterns with some seriousness. There was a cup of coffee in my hand that I hadn't touched. My mind was free. I wasn't worried or unhappy or sad. I was.. content. Happy even.He said yes. Jordan said yes to the surgery.It wasn’t a dramatic moment or anything like that. I hadn't even been there when he agreed to it. I stepped out to take a call, and when I returned, Chloe had a huge smile on her face. He hadn't said anything to her. He just told the nurse to call the doctor in, asked for the consent forms, and then proceeded to sign them. Just like that.Everyone had talked about me being the only one who could convince him, but this wasn't me. It was all Chloe. She had convinced him to do this. She
My mouth went dry."You’re not getting the surgery?” I repeated, as though if he heard it from me, he would realise how ridiculous it sounded. “Jordan, no. You can’t mean that.”He turned away, his eyes heavy with something deeper than sadness. “I’ve already made up my mind.”“You’re not serious,” I said, standing now. “You can’t be. You think this is some noble act? Refusing a transplant because of guilt from a decision you made in anger, years ago? You think if you punish yourself now, it would suddenly fix everything and make it okay?"His eyes met mine then, and I could see the pain from earlier still evident in eyes. He remained quiet. I became frantic.I shook my head hard. “No. Absolutely not. You don’t get to decide that your life ends like this because of a mistake you made when you were hurting. You want to punish yourself? Fine. But you don’t get to take yourself away from the people who love you. From me.”He flinched at that. “I told you. I’m not who you think I am.”“Sto
"Don't ever say that again.""Marissa, I...""Jordan! You heard me. Don't ever say that again. You deserve to live. Why would you even think that? We love you. We need you, Jordan. You deserve to stay alive for us. For yourself. Jordan, you are the kindest, strongest, most thoughtful man I know. You would give up your happiness if it means that someone else can be happy. You saved me. You know that, right? You walked in on me having a breakdown after that fight with Anthony and you just swooped in and changed my life. And I would forever be grateful for that. Jordan, if that doesn't make you deserving of a second chance at life, then I don't know what does."He blinked back tears. "I'm not the saint you think I am, Rissa. There are things about me that you don't know.""I don't care what it is, Jordan. It does change the fact that you're a good man. And it doesn't take away your right to have a good life.""You don't get it, Rissa. I've done some bad things and...""I don't care! I d
I stepped into the hallway, blinking quickly to keep the tears from spilling again. His entire family was waiting there. So was Chloe. When I stepped out, she was pacing. Caleb leaned against the wall with his arms folded against his chest and a worried crease between his brows.“How is he?" Chloe stopped pacing and walked up to me.I nodded. “He’s resting. He’s in pain, but they gave him something.”Chloe rubbed her arms. “The doctor was here just now. He said he would speak to all of us in a few minutes. He just needed to check some last reports. Plus, we wanted you to be there when he would be addressing us.”I looked over my shoulder, back at the door. “I don’t know if I want to be there.”" What? Why?”" Because I don't know what they’re going to say. I'm scared that it's not good news. I just… I can’t bear the thought of listening to the doctor repeat that Jordan is… that he'll…”Chloe stepped closer and took my hand. “Don’t say that, Rissa. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.
I had a sad smile as I stood there looking at him. Of course I knew that nothing between us was a lie. But I also knew that my world was about to come crashing down. My worst nightmare, losing someone that meant the world to me, was staring me right in the face.“Is there anything we can do?” I whispered, and my voice broke.He looked away. I didn't know if it was that he didn't think I would like the answer or if it was that he just didn't want to talk about it.“Why?"His eyes darted to mine."Why what?”"Why'd you keep something so major away from me? Why didn't you say anything?”"Because I didn't know how to.”"That doesn't make any sense. I asked you so many times."“I didn't want to worry you."“You don't think I'm worried now?"“Marissa…"“Because let me just tell you, I am. I'm worried, and I'm scared and I just cannot fathom the thought of losing you. I can't lose you, Jordan. I really can't."He squeezed my hand slightly. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”The tears came ag