บททั้งหมดของ The Death of Me: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Alex's POV"So, you and doctor handsome were shacking it up yesterday, huh?" I teased Cara as I cut off another piece of the pancake.Her beautiful eyes narrowed at me, "We weren't shacking it up." She said mockingly, trying to imitate my voice."First of all, I don't sound like that," I said, dredging a piece through the pooling syrup on my plate. I popped it in my mouth and for a minute there, I forgot that Cara even existed. God, this tasted so good. You see, that's why you should get married, you can have a good night sex then you wake up and a mouth-watering breakfast awaits you and then you can have a post-breakfast sex and life is all good again.Simple as that."Second of all, I saw you walking with him to somewhere," I added as I enjoyed the heavenly taste in my mouth. Cara's eyes dug a hole into my skin as she chewed on her food, she held up the rolled pancake with her fork and pointed it toward me, "He was only taking me to his friend."My eyebrows creased together, "And wh

Cara's POVThe thunder rolled overhead and rain pattered against the window's pane, knocking me out of my haze. I lifted my head up and listened to the sound of the raindrops as they steadily hit the glass, one after the other, with a constant rhythm as if the world outside was playing its own melancholy melody.My gaze darted away and I continued brushing my wet hair. My movement suddenly paused and I let my eyelids drop down for a second as today's events rushed back with a full force and took a hold over my thoughts.You see, it wasn't just the hallucinations that freaked me out, it wasn't just what I saw, it's what I felt.The fear, the terror, the panic and the anguish that took over my being by just looking at him...The memories that I thought I moved on from, the life I thought I left behind. Today showed me, proved to me, that I am not over it yet, that somehow, I am still stuck in that past.The hallucinations didn't come out of the blue, the drug didn't show me lies, it just

Alex's POV"Hel...Help?" She stuttered, conflict reigned in her gaze, questions, worry, and blatant confusion. Her eyes drifted between us, trying to take it in, her hand plastered against her chest as she asked again, "You...you want my help?"See, even she is surprised."It's Frank," Nikolas said, her wide eyes went to him, "This is gonna include him knowing that you're still alive, but don't worry, it's safe, I wouldn't do anything that would put you in danger."Her legs moved her backward, the force of the news hit her a little bit. She seemed to regain control when she looked at me and lightly shook her head, "I still don't understand."I found my voice again and said, "He has my daughter," I swallowed hard, "And we can't find him, we think...well, Nikolas thinks that if he knew you're alive, he'll show up and that will take us one step closer into finding her." I explained, emotions pushed at my chest and I carried on, "If you don't wanna do this, no one is gonna force you, we-"

ONE YEAR LATER...NEW YORKCara's POVLoving someone is one of the biggest chances we ever take.I consider it unfair, because it's rarely a conscious decision we make. It's something beyond our control.That love, it either blossoms slowly and gradually grows, or it hits us hard, shocking us with its sudden intensity.Sometimes it's a cure.And other times it's a curse.In my case, it was both.It was the one thing missing from my life, the thing I needed the most but when I finally had it, like a drug, I couldn't live without it.Falling in love, it was inevitable.This...all of this was inevitable.It was bound to happen. I couldn't avoid it, no matter what, I couldn't run from it.It's weird, but I always had a feeling that something this bad would happen one day. I always sensed a storm brewing at a distance, waiting for the best moment to strike and ruin us in its wake...and the sad thing, it actually did.The storm wrecked us. Took parts of us. Changed us.That storm, it broke

Alex's POVI never believed in fate or destiny.All the soulmates and meant to be crap, they never made sense to me. The concept that no matter what we do, the outcome is sealed, that we are just puppets in the grand scheme of things...That concept is ill.But what is scarier is that people actually believe in it.They say what's meant to be, will be.That in the end, everything unfolds the way it's supposed to. As if destiny is not the choices we make.I just don't believe in that.Yeah, I believe that I fell in love, but I believe that I chose her, I believe that it was my choice...not something written in the stars all those years ago.It was my choice.Like I chose to be with her; now, I am choosing to leave her behind.I am choosing to move on.For the very first time, I am choosing to be selfish.On a heavy exhale, I stood up, for a moment I gazed at her. I couldn't help but think that what we had was so beautiful, it was everything I ever wanted. She was my everything. But all