“Hazel, Hazel?” Charlotte called, tapping me.
I flinched out of my thoughts, scanning everywhere with my eyes like I was kidnapped into an unfamiliar building till I regained composure after glancing at her.
“Oh, Charlotte. H-Hi.” I smiled.
“You seem to be overthinking since the day I arrived.” She said with her eyes squinted at me, propping her chin between her index finger and thumb.
“Overthinking? What? No way. Pfft.” I waved a hand over my face.
“Hazel…” She squinted her eyes suspiciously and sat beside me on the chair. “Is anything wrong?”
~ TRISTAN ~“What’s wrong?!” Kye asked, worried.“It’s Hazel. Sh-she suddenly passed out, her breathing isn’t normal anymore, there’s no one around, and I can’t carry her to the hospital due to my pregnancy. I’m scared. She doesn’t look fine at all.” She said in one breath.“What the heck?!” I jerked to my feet and grabbed the phone from Kye's hand, placing it on my ear. “What is wrong with her? What happened?”“I don’t know.” I heard her wail.“Have you called the ambulance?!” I yelled.“N-no… I’m… I’ll… I’ll do it now… I....” She hung up.“What on Earth could be wrong with Hazel?” My hear
“Hazel. Come on, babe. Wake up.” I held her hand in my palms, giving it a slight squeeze.This past week has gone by so slowly. Life has been pretty hard for me. Hazel’s improvement was only slight.I was with her physically, but my entire body longed for my darling lively Hazel.I had grown to appreciate her more than ever. I knew she always made me happy, but I only realized the extent.My life was a mess without her.The saucy Dr. Steve had said she was getting really better and was going to be back on her feet very soon, but I wasn’t seeing that happen.I was growing depressed by the day; it felt like my heart was about to burst, my whole world was crumbling down.I planted a kiss on Hazel’s knuckles, then her forehead.I longed to see h
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Pacing around the room, I stopped to stare at Hazel on the bed, praying for her to open her eyes.There was a knock on the door then Kye and Charlotte started walking in, though I didn’t remember telling them to do so.Charlotte had a small basket in her hand which she dropped on the nightstand beside Hazel.“Hey, dude.” Kye said as he stopped beside me while Charlotte sat beside Hazel.“She still isn’t awake?” Charlotte asked rhetorically, staring at Hazel in worry; she started taking out plates from the basket.“Exactly!” I exclaimed. “And Nora has given her the last dose of the antidote, with full assurance that she was going to wake up soon. I’m really over-stressed, I haven’t had proper sleep, and—”“You really need to get a good rest.&
I was glued to my bed, carefully watching Tristan as he walked around preparing for work.I was finally feeling it around me that it had been a while since I had been awake, so watching Tristan walk around shirtless, showing off his body I considered well-defined, with his strong biceps flexing as he moved them around, felt so great; his body made me feel like drooling, and it caused an uncomfortable tingliness in my entire body, and the fact that he wasn’t paying attention to me was worsening it.He picked up his phone to make a call as he brushed his hair and slipped out a shirt and singlet from the wardrobe.“Of course, I’ll definitely be there today. Try to re-book my appointments with as many of them as possible, and try your best to balance my schedule for this week with the last two weeks'.” He said into the phone, then sighed. “I know, I know. It&rsquo
~ HAZEL ~ “Yes, Mrs. Anderson.” I smiled at her as Sherri handed over a mug of coffee to her as she had requested. “I was wondering why you weren’t at work, and why you weren’t answering your phone calls. I’d have come earlier, but it was so hard for me to find your home address.” She said with a smile she never displayed to me before my marriage, not stopping herself from staring around the house. “Really? I thought I already submitted it. I’m so sorry for not calling to let you know after waking up.” I apologized sheepishly. “Oh, it’s nothing.” She waved a hand over her face with a grin, taking a sip from the coffee. “Your house is really beautiful.” “Thank you.” I stared at Tristan who was staggering down the stairs in his shorts and a large robe that didn’t do anything in hiding his bare chest. He looked tired, which was totally understandable, judging from how he had been wor
“How do you know Lucy? Who the hell is Tiffany?” Tristan asked.“Uh… I— I… she… uhm…” why on Earth was I stuttering?“Please speak to me.” He shoved the box aside to move closer to me, holding my hands that began to vibrate.“Tristan, I— I don’t… really… wh—”“Hazel,” he called with his teeth gritted in frustration.“I— I— I’m… I don’t think she’s who… no, Lucy isn’t Tiffany. She just really looks like her.” I ended with a nervous smile, hoping he wasn’t going to press further.“So who the hell is Tiffany? And why do you seem so scared to see her again?” He was starting to frown really hard.“Uh… she’s…” I was trying to think of the perfect way to describe Tiffany, but nothing sensible could fit. “Tristan, please forget it.”“Forget it?!” He snapped, jerking to his feet and lettin
“Tristan,” I sighed and hunched over, staring at my toes. I was confused; different thoughts were running through my head. Could Tristan possibly find anything about me before being the me I am right now? “You still don’t have anything to say, right?” Tristan still sounded really pissed off. “Tristan, you don’t understand,” I said in almost a whisper. “Then make me understand!” I shut my eyes as tears resumed rolling down my cheeks. “Gosh, Hazel.” He groaned before rising to his feet. “Tristan, please.” I raised my head to him. His eyes softened, obviously because he noticed the tears in my eyes. “What’s the point of these tears? What’s keeping you from speaking? What is wrong? What are you hiding?” I tried to at least say something, but more tears stopped me from uttering anything. “Excuse me?” We