Open To Love

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

✰Aria✰

"Okay let's do it one more time, alright?" The physiotherapist tells Eric and he looks just about done with today's session. Poor guy. But luckily he pushes through. He stands up from his chair, with his walking stick in one hand and the physiotherapist on the other side to support him.

He grunts as he walks across the room, his legs shake in the process but he keeps pushing forward. My heart hammers in my chest as I watch him. I'm always on the edge of my seat for every session, I worry that he'll push himself too far and hurt himself.

But he's made so much progress over the months and I'm so proud of him. He went from being in a wheelchair to now using a walking stick to walk. Even though he can't walk for too long, I'm hoping that in at least four months he'll be back to normal.

A coffee cup gets put in front of my face and I look up to see Bianca. She has a smile on her face and I take the cup out of her hand. "Thank you," I use the cup to warm my hands.

"The weather always sucks during this time of the year. I swear my toes are going to get frost bite." I laugh at her joke and look back at Eric.

"He seems to be doing a whole lot better from what I can see," she takes a seat next to me and sips on her own cup of coffee. "Not like the first time." I hum in agreement.

Bianca has tagged along with me for every session because she said that even though what happened to Eric was sad, she's only coming to support me. Which I appreciate but I wish she wasn't so cruel to him.

"I'm hoping he'll be back to normal soon. The accident was just so bad."

"Then what are you going to do after he's better and back to normal?" I look away from Eric to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"As in are you going to continue your marriage? Are you going to stay with him?"

"Why would you say that? Of course I'm going to stay with Eric, he's my husband."

"I'm saying it because I know you went back to him because of the guilt you felt. Which I understand; seeing the man you 'love' in a complete wreck is heartbreaking, but he's still not a good person. Let's not forget what he did."

I sip on my coffee to stop myself from lashing out at her. Yes I did feel a ton of guilt in the beginning, but I love him and he has changed. He's no longer who he used to be before the accident.

"Well I can't keep focusing on the past. He's different now and I. . . love him."

"Alright," she says and I relax thinking that she's done with the conversation. "What about Zach? How has he been doing?" I was wrong about her stopping the conversation and her question almost has me spitting out my coffee.

Zach.

I haven't seen or spoken to him for three months. The last thing that I distinctly remember is that defeated look on his face when I was taking my things out of his apartment. Or the distraught look when I told him that I still love Eric.

It haunts me every day and every night. I never meant to drag him along just to let him down later like he meant nothing to me. He means something to me, I just don't know how to describe the feelings.