Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“Joyce.” I called her in a soft and hoarse voice, as I was still feeling some pain in my throat, to stop her from lashing out.I looked at Gabriel as if I were looking at a stranger, not someone with whom I spent three years of my life.When he was in the wheelchair, I was glued by his side all the time. I washed him, clothed him, helped him in physiotherapies, and cooked late night snacks when he complained about being hungry, and yet he was still a stranger to me.“I am not here to argue, Lauren. I…. I am just worried for you. How are you feeling now?” he asked me worriedly, ignoring Joyce and her outburst.“Still alive.” I replied sarcastically, and his anger surfaced.He always had these anger issues. I thought that he was like that because of the accident, but later I found out that it was just me who endured his anger all the time.He can be soft-hearted and can speak gently and in a loving tone, but not to me.“I want a civilized conversation with yo
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