All Chapters of Falling For His Best Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara's POVI attempted to get the thought of the lipstick out of my mind, to forget the questions that were churning like a hurricane. I could not, and I had to concentrate on what was really important-Damien. I had to save him. My thoughts could not permit me to think of anything.“Doctor,” I said, in a weak, but resolute voice, “may I be tested to know whether I can be a bone marrow donor or not?”He gazed at me, with a seriousness, though not with surprise. "Yes, Elara. We can run the tests," he said. The reason is, if you are a match, it would save the life of Damien.”I nodded, and swallowed the knot in my throat. "Then let's do it."One of the nurses came out and took me to a small sterile room. She described how it was done, and her voice was calm and professional as she was about to take a blood sample. I nodded once more, in an attempt to control my shaking hands. The needle was inserted and I flinched when the nurse took the blood.As I waited the results, I thought of Dami

Elara's POVI awoke to the sterile odor of the hospital room and my body was sore in ways I had never imagined. My hands were sore and my chest was tight and my head was a bit wobbly as I attempted to concentrate. I had a nurse sitting next to me checking my vitals."You're awake," she said softly. "The procedure is over, Elara. It was good... but you bled a great deal. You'll need rest."I gulped, and was obliged to sit up. "Damien... how is he?" I asked, my voice fragile.The nurse smiled faintly. "He's fine. The physicians are holding him together. You may see him now; however, you must take it easy.I gave a nod and disregarded the fatigue that was pulling my body. "I want to see him," I said.The nurse wheeled me into a wheelchair and we proceeded down the hall to the ward of Damien. My hands were on my lap and trembling a little, and my head was heavy with fatigue and sorrow. All I had done--all I had sacrificed--was still new, crude.I halted when we arrived at his room. Mira w

The hallway looked longer and narrower like an endless tunnel but with this tunnel, I knew I wouldn’t see any light at the end it. The nurse shoes made soft noise against the tiles as she pushed my wheelchair further away from Damien’s room—away from the man who once held my heart, and who had now shattered it into pieces too small to gather.It was really hard for me to breathe since my chest felt so constricted. I couldn’t hold back my tears as it distorted the lights in the hallway. I tightly gripped my hands on my lap to keep them from shaking, but my energy was so little that my hands continued to shake. As my hands my hand trembled and my bones also quake, the little courage I had in me also began to waverHis voice still echoed through my head.You killed our child.I didn’t ask you to do it.Escort her out.Each word felt like a shape knife, slicing my heart repeatedly. Thinking about the warm and happy memories we once shared made it ten times painful and harder. I had given e

Elara’s POVThe warm light that came through the curtain and touched my face pulled me out of my sleep slowly. I had to blink a few times before my eyes could adjust to the intensity of the light from the curtain. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The bed felt usually soft, I couldn’t smell the disinfectant I was used to, the room was quiet and I couldn’t hear the loud footsteps of the nurses I hear every morning.Then I remembered everything.AdrianMy husband’s wordsHow I collapsed in Adrian’s armsAdrian carrying me into his houseAdrian reassuring me I was safe hereMy chest tightenedWhen I tried to sit up slowly, I felt a soft pain through my ribs. I winced and it reminded me of how fragile my body still was.The room was clean and calm. A small lamp on the bedside table with the walls painted with beige. The room felt warm. Nothing like the cold emptiness I came from.I looked toward the doorway and froze.Adrian was sitting there on the floor, leaning against the wall,

Elara’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth.It wasn’t from the blanket that was on my laps or the sunlight from the living room window but it was from him.My head was resting on Adrian’s shoulder with his arms around me lightly like he didn’t want me to fall away. His breathing was calm and peaceful. It felt unfamiliar to wake up next to someone who wasn’t angry, cold and disappointed toward me.I lifted my head slowly, trying not wake him, but his eyes opened the moment I moved.“You are awake?” he asked softly.“Yes”, I whispered.He sat up a little straighter whiles rubbing his face with his hand. His eyes looked sleepy and his hair was a bit messy and at that instant, I just wanted to pass my hand through his messy hair.“How long did I sleep?” I asked.“Something above three hours” he said.My body felt relieved but my heart still felt heavy. The weight of me aborting my baby for a man who later on betrayed me was so heavy that I couldn’t get rid of it after