The Life I Want To Live With You

Wine Night Chapter 28

Lisa slammed the bedroom door shut, the echoes of her emotions reverberating through the room as she buried her face into the pillow, crying in hysteria. Janet entered slowly, witnessing Lisa as a wreck, and sat on the edge of the bed. "He will come back after he calms down" Janet tried to reassure, her voice gentle as she attempted to bring comfort. 

Lisa looked up from above the pillow, her eyes were red and puffy. "He won't. He is leaving to New York." Janet gasped, the weight of the revelation sinking in. She made Lisa sit up and enveloped her in a hug, providing the solace that words couldn't convey. 

In the embrace, Janet continued to offer words of comfort. "Even if you fought, you both will be fine. You went through stuff, and when he needed you, you were there for him," she said, trying to instill hope into the moment.

Lisa, however, couldn't shake the weight of the situation. "Well, it doesn't matter what I do if he thinks I cheated on him. Which is kinda true," she admitted, her voice shaking with the raw honesty of the confession.

Janet frowns and looks at her, moving away a bit, "What do you mean 'kinda true'?" 

Lisa sat back, wiping her cheeks and pulling herself together. "Well, it was after I learned about Michael being in a coma," she admitted.

*Few months earlier — day after the accident*

*Apartment in New York*

Lisa came home after coming from hospital to look after Michael, carrying with her two bottles of wine. She walked into the living room, the weight of recent events evident in her tired eyes. Seating herself on the couch, she reached for a glass and poured it full of wine, taking hearty swallows as she sought solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol.

Just as the effects of the wine began to haze her thoughts, the phone rang, disrupting the temporary respite she sought. The ringing cut through the silence, prompting Lisa to reluctantly set the glass down and answer the call, uncertain of what awaited on the other end of the line.

"Lisa? Hello?" a man's voice came through the phone.

"I'm here, what do you want?" she replied hastily.

"Are you drunk?" the man asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Well, I think I have the right for it, especially after what happened. What do you want, Daniel?" Lisa replied, her tone slightly defensive.

Daniel said nothing for a while, taking a moment to think. "Listen, Janet told me what happened, and I got concerned for you."

"For me? What about Michael?" she said, grabbing the glass of wine and taking a sip.

"I think I can't really do anything for him, but for you, it's a different story. I will be there with you soon," he declared, ending the call before she could protest. The unexpected offer hung in the air, leaving Lisa to grapple with the complex emotions stirred by Daniel's gesture.

Lisa sighed and sank into the couch, her mind consumed by the events of the previous day. The heated argument with Michael, the accident, and the haunting image of blood lingered in her thoughts. Lost in contemplation, she became unaware of her surroundings until the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

With a tired movement, Lisa walked to the door and opened it. In the doorway stood Daniel, concern etched across his face.

"Hi. Can I come in?" Daniel asked.

She nodded, opening the door a bit more, so Daniel could walk in, promptly closing it behind him.

"You want something to drink?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen while Daniel moved towards the living room.