I Don T Care 3 Days Grace の小説・ストーリー

he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "Yes, thank you," I said. He looked at me with a gentle expression. "You've been through a lot these past three years." My nose stung, and I said nothing. "You won't have to suffer anymore," he said as he straightened up. "I live in the building across the street. If you need anything, just knock." Life at the institute was far busier than I had expected. I arrived at the lab at 8:00 am every day and didn't leave until 10:00 pm. Still, staying busy was a good thing. It left me no time to dwell on anything else.

I informed him. "So you guys are talking now." "Uh, not yet, but I have decided to let it go. It wasn't completely his fault." "Hmm" Shori said a little unconvinced. "Shori." I warned and he sighed. "I know that you love him and it's good if you want to forgive him, I understand that but I want to know that if you are doing this under pressure or if you really want to forgive him." " I want to forgive him Shori. The past 15 days when I was in hospital and now that I am discharged it felt miserable without him. I was angry at him and I had every right to be, but not for long. And moreover I miss him."

I tried to wipe my tears, but the more I did that, the more they kept falling. “D-Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?” He asked as I heard a door opening. “N-No, focus on driving.” I told him. “Just, uh, call me when you’re here.” “Okay baby.” He said before I hung up. I placed my phone down and focused my attention back on Lydia and Kendra who were now both quiet, looking at me. “Oh, and um,” Kendra quickly said, like it had slipped her mind, “the board members feel like Grace should take a week or so off from work.”

She had never been happier. _______________________________ Grace's PoV: "I'm so sorry for last night, I know you had work and so much on your mind, I thought I was helping you. Clearly I wasn't. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, at least not when you have work the next day. I promise," Grace said over the call. She felt bad that she made Eden skip work on the third day of her new beginning at her father's company. "Is Bennett mad at you."

" I hung up. Blocked her. Not kicking them while they were down? That was me being merciful. *** The next day, I boarded my flight. As Clouderton shrank into a dot, I exhaled. Three years of hell—finally behind me. Zweizerland was calm, clean. I rented a cabin by the lake, slept in, took walks, read, fed geese. Logged off social media. Blocked out Carmoria and all its noise. Time really does heal. Slowly, the bitterness started to fade. I used to think love meant effort. That being real would get you the same back.

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

But as for now, he let that fake fear in Grace’s heart and mind. “Great, you know. I will pick you up on Sunday at 10 AM. I want to take you somewhere.”, He announced, flashing a smile. “I...I can’t take leave from my job.”, Grace lied. “Sunday is off from everyone, Grace, including yours but due to your financial situation you work overtime, so stop making excuses.”, he stated in a serious tone. “I will ask your manager to not cut your pay even for Sunday, okay? “S.sorry.”, Grace lowered her eyes like a thief who was caught red-handed. ‘I can’t tolerate him even for an hour. Hell! I don’t want to see his face, no matter how handsome he is and he is asking me to spend a day with him AGAIN.”

' I don’t bother waiting for her response, just tuck the phone in my pocket and move forward with the line. I hate my life right now, and it’s all Grace’s fault. It’s bad enough that she refused me, then took up with the help. But convincing Ella to take the kids and move out? That one needles me in wholly new ways. Ways that deserve retaliation. Restitution. I just need to think about what. I wonder how well a field of corn burns. “Can I catch a ride with you to Rob and Grace’s?” the one parts clerk—his name badge says Cameron— asks the other in between customers.

“I am not like this. I am a good man. That is why I became a doctor. I am a good man.” “No. Patrick. Fuck!!” he groaned behind me. “We have to fight back. Only then can we heal.” I dropped my phone on my desk, as soon as the videos were deleted. I took a deep breath. “Yes, someday I will heal. But right now. I love Grace and I am willing to give her another chance. Till she admits her mistakes and apologize. Grace is not a bad person.” “You know what! You can go to hell for all I care. Fuck you.”