Dare Kings

Chapter 52: Tristan

Tristan's POV

I parked Jax's car before the hospital, my heart palpitating inside my chest before I hastily opened the car door with a gift bag and balloons for Alyssa.

I began my way towards the doors of the building, noticing my fingers quivering in anxiety.

Last night I did not expect her to text, but when she did, I felt exhilarated to know that I could see her after everything I had done to her, and she might have forgiven me.

I really wished she does.

Pushing the doors open, I scurried my way down the hallway, passing by busy doctors.

It had been days since I'd seen or heard Alyssa, and I felt crazy, nervous but crazy. My head was going wild.

I missed her so much.

Words can't even explain.

These two days have felt incredibly lengthy. I remember there were times she spent days apart from me before we started dating, but now it's a whole new experience. It's drastically different; she means so much more to me than I ever imagined.

She's accomplished something that no one else could have- she's changed me.

And it was hard knowing she was dying, and even so, I should always be by her side.

It was incredibly difficult to come to terms with the fact that she was facing a life-threatening condition, but it was undeniably the truth. I had no idea how I would cope when she was no longer with us, and yet, I clung to the hope that this dreaded day wouldn't arrive, even though it seemed inevitable.

There was a surgical option that held the potential to save her life, but the decision ultimately rested in her hands. I was determined to make her do it; I couldn't bear to simply stand by and watch her health deteriorate when there was a chance, even if not a guaranteed one.

My anxiety and sleepless nights were far beyond what the word 'worry' could encompass. I was a complete emotional wreck during those days.

My love for her was profound, far deeper than my usual quick infatuations. I was willing to give her my very life, if necessary, because my love for her was exceptionally genuine.

Truly, I had no idea what I was going to say to her when I get inside.

Probably apologize for the hundredth time because she deserved my apologies. I couldn't even imagine how much pain she was in because what I did was cruel and selfish.

I took a deep breath before starting my way toward the front desk.

"Alyssa Davis."

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My hands slowly made their way towards the knob of the white door. I was literally nervous. My fingers were shaking uncontrollably.

It had been days, and the last time we saw each other we had a really bad fight because I fucked up.

I really hoped this time she forgave me-

If she didn't forgive you, why would she text you to come here, dummy!

My subconscious yelled at me.

I hissed my teeth at myself.

It was right. Why else would she text me...

I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, seeing everyone embracing Alyssa.

She shaved her hair.

It was disheartening that I wasn't present when that occurred, and I couldn't help but wonder why the others didn't inform me, considering they shared everything else with me. It hurt that I wasn't here, even though perhaps I didn't deserve to be.