ADELINA felt relief from constantly inhaling that repugnant hospital smell of antiseptic and flowers and drugs for three weeks. How she managed to stay in there bed ridden for three years still came as a surprise to her. Just as the news that she had been in a coma for three long years. She had begun her in-patient therapy program at the hospital which mostly gave her the hump. Learning to eat, walk, talk, all over again got her exhausted. She had read on atrophy one time but never envisaged how frustrating it could actually be, until now. Frustrated would be an understatement to describe her feeling of vulnerability everyday. On the stipulations of the doctor, Tony, she ate vegetables and fruits. Never real food as she had demanded food from a nurse. It was very important she ate healthy as he informed that it would go a long way in ensuring a quick recovery. And since she had wanted nothing more than to leave that hospital, she reluctantly complied. By now, s

IN some way, Adelina felt out of sorts as all the while, Jonathan McCurby hadn't sent a message across to her or even visited. She had bargained for an extravaganza— huge bouquet of flowers, a live band probably and whatever Jonathan deems fitting of the moment as it was typical of him to lavish her with exorbitant gubbins all the time. Although, she was aware that he was out of the state and had only just returned to Chicago yesterday. So, she comforted herself in this as the last reason she could think of was the thought screaming in her head — Jonathan had moved on.Even if she would never admit it to herself, she longed to see him. Yearned to be in his warm embrace again, burned to feel his caress on her skin. This made her want to delve her hands into her chest and pull out that heart of hers which has always felt so emotionally attached to him.Despite the hundred times she reprimanded herself, her thoughts always wandered to Jonathan one way or the other

BLAINE sat in the sofa with his legs crossed as he scrutinized the folder in his hand. It was when he heard the voice of the house keeper at the door that he finally looked up after what might have seemed like hours.Quite the surprise. Or no surprise actually. After all, Jonathan McCurby was Adelina's fiancée. Jonathan hung his coat on the hat stand before making his way into the living room in those hoity-toity steps that especially irate Blaine.  He watched him distinctively as he came closer to him before he — happily— broke the news."Adelina is asleep," he revealed to a Jonathan who was rather uninterested with that fact. "Okay. But it is you I came to see."He closed the folder in his hands, resting into the sofa. "What about?""Adelina."Blaine gave him blank look. What else could they ever have to talk about if not Adelina? He did not say anything and waited patiently for what was to follow wh

SHE stared blankly at Jonathan. The whole point of pretending she does not remember him was so he could stay away. Which should make it easier to forget everything they had. Did she think it could go as planned? No way. Adelina knew it was almost an impossible mission, getting Jonathan McCurby to stay away from her. But it was even more impossible to get herself to forget about him. What could make it even harder was his ever glorious presence. Every now and then. And the fact that he was always acted like the sweetest, calmest and nicest person when he was around her.Jonathan's smile waned when his gaze travelled from his beautiful Adelina in front of him to Easton Blaine. He should not be a bother to him. It should not also come as a surprise to him that they spend time together. But anytime he saw her with him, laughing or even smiling, his jealous persona takes over. Whenever she stares at him the way she was doing now; clueless, he felt a sting at his chest. And the thoug