Mistaken

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FEAR. A strong, uncontrollable and unpleasant emotion caused by actual or perceived danger or threat. This was all Dylan Blake could feel as he opens his eyes while expecting an excruciating pain from his chest area, in particular, his heart.

He was naturally born with a weak heart but the accident he was in a week ago proved that the fact that he was alive was a miracle to him.

As his eyes closed, having been on life support machine for days while waiting for a donor, all he could think of was dying in the hand of his lover but who was he kidding.

She wasn’t present next to him at that moment, she wasn’t even in existence anymore. The accident had taken her life and left him in solitude and pain.

“Mr. Blake, your surgery was a success.” Dr. John, a brown haired professor in his mid-fifties from the cardiology department stands not far from Dylan’s bed as he does some medical check to ensure the surgery went well and give himself some assurance that no signs of complications surfaced.

“After a day more in the ICU, we’ll be moving you to your ward room and watch how fast your recovery goes before we finally discharge you.” He continues while staring at Dylan’s face hoping to get some kind of response from him, even if it was a gesture.

Dylan nods his head twice and this sends a smile of accomplishment to the good looking doctor next to him.

The doctor strides out of the ICU gracefully, his white gown following his every move from behind. From such a view, one could definitely see the amount of pride Dr. John had in his profession and it didn’t look like he was quitting anytime soon.

Dylan is left alone once again and given the quiet environment, his mind wanders to how life outside this hospital would feel like for him.

He had literally done everything together with Hannah for the past three years and starting this new life without her in it was like forgetting an important part of his life. He wasn’t ready for that life yet and just the thought of going on without her by his side sends two drop of tears from both sides of his eyes.

Dylan wouldn’t be seeing those brown curls bounce again whenever Hannah was laughing at his cheesy jokes or the funny expressions he often made.

Three years earlier, he wasn’t the kind of guy that would try to make a joke just to impress a lady or would he relocate to her location just to feel closer to her. That was definitely not his style, but love did make him change.

His ever frowning and stoic expressions were replaced with little smiles from time to time but his cockiness was something that could never be replaced.

She didn’t create a new version of him, but showed him that everyone was entitled to be happy and he didn’t have to make everyone around him walk on ice.

With time, his soft sides were brought to life and he often wondered how she was able to bring the best out of him by just staying next to him. But now she wasn’t there to remind him anymore that he could be happy as life goes on.

He was heartbroken and felt like his heart was torn into pieces over and over again in an unending circle. No amount of tears could ever be enough to express the pain he felt right now and the anger he had towards life in general.

It wasn’t fair to him that he had to move on and decided from that moment, happiness had walked out of his life completely.

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time.

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It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs.