My Heart Skipped in the Recovery Room のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The next time I saw him, something felt different. Not in a way I could point at immediately, not something I could name out loud. Everything looked the same. He was the same. I was the same. The place, the light, even the way we said hello. But underneath it, something had shifted, like a small change in the air. Maybe it was because of everything that had already happened between us, all the small moments adding up. Or maybe it was just me… becoming more aware, paying attention in a new way. When he saw me, his expression softened slightly , his eyes easing. “Miss P,” he said. I don’t know why, but the way he said it that day felt heavier. Not in a bad way… just deeper. Like it carried something behind it, a weight that wasn’t loud. I smiled, trying to act normal, trying to keep my face easy. “Hmm,” I responded, as if it didn’t move anything in me. But it did. We started talking like usual. Simple things at first, the kind of back-and-forth that fi

The next day didn’t go the way I expected. We had planned to go to the beach. It was simple. Clear. And for once, I didn’t overthink it. But somehow… it didn’t happen. He changed the plan, with no real explanation. Just a quiet shift, like moving a piece on a board. miss P please “I’ll call you later,” he said. I didn’t ask questions. I just said okay. But I won’t lie… I thought about it. Not too much. Just enough to wonder why. Still, I let it go. That had become my habit with him. Letting things be. Letting him be. Letting us be… and not looking desperate. Later on in the evening, around 9 p.m. ,my phone rang. It was him. “Dress up,” he said, his voice easy. “I’m coming to pick you up. Let’s go somewhere.” I paused for a second. Not because I didn’t want to go… but because of how sudden it felt, how fast the plan changed shape. “Okay,” I replied. That was all. By 11pm, he was at my entrance, the ca

The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that made everything else feel sharper every sound, every thought, every heartbeat, even the soft hum of the fan. My room was dimly lit, just enough to see the shadows on the walls, and I kept my phone close, face up, like I was waiting for something I didn’t want to admit. I knew he would call. Somehow, I just knew, the way you know when the air changes before rain. When the call came, my chest jumped. I answered quickly, pretending to be calm, keeping my voice even, but inside… I wasn’t. I could hear his voice, calm as ever, greeting me like it was the most normal thing in the world, like we did this every night. “Miss P,” he said, and I smiled, despite myself, despite the way my pulse kicked. “Hey,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended, a little lower than usual. There was a pause, a quiet laugh from him, like he noticed something in my tone but didn’t point it out, didn’t make it a thing. “You sound tired,” h

The next day seemed bright. At least… it started that way. The hospital was the same. The usual movement, the quiet conversations, the distant sounds of machines, and footsteps passing through the corridors. Nothing had really changed. But something inside me had. I didn’t know when it started. Or maybe I did… I just didn’t want to admit it. I saw him later than usual that day because he had to come pick me up from work . And I don’t know why… but the moment I noticed him, something shifted inside me(as usual) Not loudly. Not in a way anyone else could see. Just… quietly. “Miss P,” he called, that familiar softness in his voice. I turned almost immediately, like my body already knew it was him before my mind caught up. “You’re late today,” I said, trying to sound normal. He shrugged slightly. “Something came up.” Simple. Like always. But then… he looked at me. Not quickly. It's not like he was just passing by. He stayed there for a second lon

After everything that had been happening between us… the closeness, the confusion, the small moments that felt bigger than they should. I started to feel like I couldn’t just ignore it anymore. Not after the way my heart had been reacting. Not after the way I had felt the day before. That quiet jealousy still lingered somewhere inside me. Not loud. But present. And I didn’t like that I couldn’t explain it. That afternoon, things were calmer. The hospital wasn’t as busy, and for once, I wasn’t rushing from one thing to another. I needed that. I needed space to breathe… and maybe to think. I stepped outside for a short break. Just to clear my head. The air felt different outside. Lighter. Slower. I leaned slightly against the railing, staring ahead without really focusing on anything. And then, like always… he appeared. “You always come here when you want to think,” he said casually, walking up beside me. I didn’t look at him immediately. “Maybe,” I