He'd gone beyond his player ways for her.
She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him.
Together, their love was beyond.
Until one fatal accident.
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When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California...
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*ALTHEA'S POV*
October 27, 2023.
"Oh, Althea! You're right on time—"
"To watch the disaster," Asher grumbled, interrupting Daniel's greeting, though, like it didn't stop my steps past the colorful mats and treatment tables, the physiotherapist quickly continued to explain,
"We're about to try the walking bars without the harness."
"And fail p-pathetically..."
My stride did falter at these words Asher muttered under his breath. However, I reminded myself he'd pronounced the same before trying the exercises with the harness, the lying pedal pushers, and even before, he'd typed these words on his tablet.
Now, here he was, about two weeks later, getting up from his chair with Daniel's help to stand at the beginning of the two bars. His progress was incredible, and it was what the physiotherapist repeated, even if not with the best words.
"Your muscles have gained strength. They can hold you better, and we're here to catch you if you lose balance. Don't be scared."
"I'm not scared. I don't give a fuck if I fall!" Asher protested again, this time, faster and louder.
Luckily, it was lunchtime, so there was no one else in the large PT room, except for Sarah and a nurse in the stretching area, and both seemed to watch with amusement the scene.
Asher's outbursts were always a great show, and this one wasn't different. At least, from the outside, as he thrust his jaw forward with defiance and spit out curse words.
"It won't be the f-first damn time."
Yet I caught the flicker of his glare down from the bars he was gripping to his unsure legs and the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed, holding down much more than he let out in his 'outburst'.
He might not have been scared of falling, but it was the stakes that came with it, the possibility of walking again, and the risks of failing. I'd learned long ago that his outbursts were just a tiny spatter of all the pressure he put on himself threatening to make him implode sometimes.
