บททั้งหมดของ Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Lyssa’s POV It has been three days since I last saw Percy. Three whole days. At first, I try not to think too much about it because Anita keeps telling me I need rest more than anything else. The doctors come in and out of my hospital room constantly, checking my vitals, adjusting my medications, asking me the same questions over and over again, if I'm okay. But no matter how many times they tell me to focus on recovering, my thoughts keep drifting back to Percy. The silence from him feels strange. Wrong. Especially after the way he looked at me the last time he was here. I still remember the fear in his eyes when he held my hand beside this hospital bed. The softness in his voice. The way he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. That wasn’t fake. I know it wasn’t. So why hasn’t he come back? Every morning since then, I find myself staring toward the hospital door without realizing it. Every time footsteps pass outside my room, my chest tightens for one stupid hopeful second befo

Lyssa’s POV As days turn into weeks, I slowly begin forcing myself back into normal life again. Not because the pain disappears. It didn’t. Some mornings, I still wake up with my chest feeling painfully empty. Sometimes I still find myself staring at nothing while memories crash into me all over again. The hospital. The silence. The feeling of losing something that once lived inside me. But I learn how to hide it better. I stop allowing myself to sit alone too long because silence always drags me back into sadness. Anita notices that quickly, so she starts taking me out more often. Coffee shops. Movie nights. Shopping malls. Restaurants. Small distractions. And somehow… they help. Not fully though. But enough to keep me breathing without breaking apart every second. Tonight, Anita drags me to a fancy restaurant downtown after spending almost two hours convincing me that staying locked inside the apartment would only make me feel worse. Now, as we walk out of the restaurant afte

Lyssa POV “No way.” “What?” Anita grabs my arm excitedly. “What does it say?” I turn the tablet toward her. Her scream nearly destroys my ears. “LYSSA!” I burst into shocked laughter while she shakes me excitedly. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” “I literally just applied!” “I know!” We both stare at the screen in disbelief. The interview is scheduled for less than two hours from now. “They actually responded,” I say. “Okay. No more sitting there looking shocked. Go shower.” She says. I blink rapidly. “Right now?” “Yes, right now.” She points toward the bathroom dramatically. “Move.” My nerves immediately begin kicking in. “Oh God.” “You’re fine.” “What if I mess up?” “You won’t.” “What if they ask impossible questions?” “They won’t.” “What if—” “Lyssa.” Anita grabs my shoulders firmly. “Breathe.” I stop talking. “You’re smart,” she says seriously. “You know tech better than most people I know.” I swallow nervously. “You can do this.” Something about the confidence

Lyssa’s POV I’m sitting on the edge of my bed staring blankly at my laptop screen when my phone suddenly vibrates beside me. At first, I ignore it. My head already hurts from spending the entire afternoon trying to focus on code that refuses to make sense inside my exhausted brain. But the phone vibrates again almost immediately after. Unknown Number. My brows pull together slightly. For a second, I hesitate before finally opening the message. And the moment I read it, my entire body goes cold. “Percy is hurt.” My heartbeat instantly skips. The next message appears almost immediately after. “There was an accident after he left work. He kept asking for you before he passed out.” My stomach drops painfully. What? I sit upright so fast my blanket falls onto the floor. Another text comes in. “He’s conscious now but refusing treatment. Please come quickly. Don’t tell anyone yet because the press is already involved.” My fingers tighten around the phone in panic. But the moment I

Anita’s POVI don’t even remember grabbing my keys.One second I’m frozen in front of the television staring at Lyssa’s blood-covered body on the screen, and the next I’m running out of the apartment so fast my shoulder slams painfully against the doorframe.“No, no, no…” I keep whispering shakily as I rush toward the elevator.My hands are trembling so badly I almost drop my phone twice trying to unlock my car. The moment the engine starts, I speed out of the parking garage with tears already blurring my vision.Please be alive. Please.The news channel had mentioned the location briefly. Some unfinished building downtown near the riverfront construction district. I drive there like a madwoman, my heart pounding so violently it physically hurts.Every red light feels like torture. Every second feels too slow.By the time I finally reach the area, police barricades already surround the entire street. Flashing blue and red lights reflect across the dark buildings while reporters crowd