🥀In Loving Memory🥀

Chapter 41

"Did you and Jazmine ever talk after the event?" Huey asked.

"Not really...I was honestly avoiding her and whenever we did encounter each other it was strictly for work. I always made it seem as if I had meetings and patients to attend," James answered.

"Okay, then when did you give her AIDS?" Huey asked.

"I gave Jazmine AIDS when she came to my apartment and she thought it was going to be our last encounter," James said.

"How did you even give her AIDS or where did you get AIDS is my question," Huey exclaimed.

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Around the time Jazmine and I weren't talking because she was enjoying being an engaged woman I had spent some time thinking.

It really bothered me what I had seen happen between her and Huey. They were so in love and it was different from our passion. Jazmine looked at me in a certain way but didn't look at me the way she did Huey. 

There was something about Huey that had just driven her past the limit. Almost everything she told me about them was starting to make sense. From the beginning, she did everything out of love for him and her. 

She left her family, and they moved in together to start a new life, she worked at a shitty ass job that barely paid her anything but I think it worked out for her because she took advantage of the resources the hospital provided for their patients, she took on extra shifts, tried prostituting, went to jail, then took me up on my offer to pay her for sex, she stood up for him against her parents and other people who doubted them, and at the end, she made one of the biggest moves I didn't expect: marrying him!

I wouldn't be surprised if she kill someone for him!

But now that I see all of this, I now know that everything between us was a lie! The sex, gifts, talk about the future, and possible relationship was all a lie.

Every time I thought about it I would feel sick to the stomach. I usually would drink or take meds to not think too much about it. The more I did it, the more I started to not recognize myself. 

It's as if I was becoming a different person and not a good one. I was just losing myself!

Every time I would get a call from work I would act careless of the situation and not go in, my body started to feel different because of what I had been eating and I wasn't working out as much, my beard was growing out, and just day by day I stopped caring.

Stuff like this would always happen and I always got hurt in the end. I started to notice this and I stopped caring. 

But when Jazmine came along she changed me and I fell in love with her. Then I started to care about her and our future, but since she has shown me that she doesn't want a future with me, and has left me heartbroken for the last time then I think it's about time I stop caring again.

I'll stop caring about Jazmine and finally let her go!

I was sitting in my chair in my study and I was holding a tube of blood in my hands. The substance belonged to my ex-wife, Jane. Every now and then she always goes to the doctor to get her blood checked to see how she's doing. 

She takes her medication but she doesn't see much improvement every visit. I always snag a substance of her blood as a reminder of what she did. 

I could look at it for hours and ask the simple question, why? 

What really led to this?