My weakness

Chapter 20 : Broke her poor heart.

The decision to date Lara left a lingering tension in the air between Jesse and Billie, their once-shared moments now replaced by an unspoken distance.

Billie, her voice tinged with hurt: "Jesse, how could you? After everything we shared, you choose her?"

Jesse, conflicted and defensive: "Billie, it's not that simple. I didn't plan for this to happen. It just did."

Billie, tears welling up, retorts: "You knew how I felt. You knew what losing you would do to me."

Jesse, searching for words, tries to justify: "I never wanted to hurt you, Billie. Lara... it's complicated."

The room, once a sanctuary for their love, now echoes with the painful exchange of words, highlighting the fractures in their connection.

Billie, heartbroken: "Complicated or not, you chose her. I thought what we had was real."

Jesse, a mix of guilt and frustration: "Billie, it's not that I don't care. It's just... I need to figure things out."

The air crackles with tension as Billie, unable to contain the surge of hurt and anger, delivers a resounding slap across Jesse's face.

Jesse, stunned by the sudden act of physicality, recoils and touches his cheek, the sting of the slap echoing the pain in both their hearts.

Billie, tears streaming down her face, confronts him with a mix of sorrow and anger: "How could you do this to us, Jesse? To me?"

Jesse, his face reflecting regret, stammers: "Billie, I... I didn't mean for it to happen like this."

Billie, her voice quivering with emotion, retorts: "Your choices have consequences, Jesse. This... this is what it feels like."

Billie, her voice sharp with emotion: "Jesse, just leave. Get out of my house."

Jesse, his expression a mix of regret and confusion, attempts to explain: "Billie, please, let me--"

Billie, cutting him off, raises her hand, signaling for him to stop: "No, Jesse. I can't hear it right now. Just go."

Jesse, on the verge of leaving, is halted by the sudden distress evident on Billie's face. As she clutches her chest, a sharp pain etching across her features, Jesse's protective instincts kick in.

Jesse, urgently: "Billie, what's happening? Are you okay?"

Billie, wincing in pain, tries to steady her breathing: "I don't know, Jesse. It hurts."

Without a second thought, Jesse rushes to her side, his protective nature taking over. He places a comforting hand on her back, trying to offer support.

Jesse, concerned: "Should I call for help? An ambulance?"

Billie, still in discomfort, nods weakly: "Yes, please. I need help."

Jesse, now by Billie's side, holds her hand tightly as they wait for the arrival of the doctor. The room, once filled with tension and heartbreak, is now a scene of shared concern and vulnerability.

The door swings open, and a doctor rushes in, their presence bringing a sense of reassurance. They quickly assess Billie's condition, asking questions and performing a brief examination.

Doctor, professionally: "What seems to be the issue?"

Billie, still clutching her chest, explains the pain she's experiencing. Jesse, gripping her hand, adds: "It happened suddenly. We're not sure what's wrong."

The doctor, equipped with a stethoscope, leans in to listen to Billie's heartbeat. The room falls into a momentary hush as the rhythmic beats echo through the medical instrument.