The Love We Share

Confession🤍🤎

James pov:-

It had been almost a week since Inaya was discharged from the hospital, but the trauma of the ordeal lingered like a shadow over her.

I couldn't bear to see her suffering, so I insisted she stay with me at my house. But even in this familiar environment, her recovery was slow and painful to witness.

She hardly ate, pushing food around her plate with distant eyes that seemed haunted. Nightmares plagued her sleep, stealing what little rest she managed to find. Each night, I would wake to her muffled cries echoing through the house, calling out in fear.

Tonight was no different. I had barely drifted off when her screams shattered the silence. Panic surged through me as I rushed down the hallway to her room. The scene that greeted me froze my heart.

Inaya stood in the middle of her room, her eyes wild with terror, clutching a kitchen knife tightly in her trembling hand. "Don't come closer! I said don't!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with panic, her gaze fixed on a corner of the room.

My stomach churned with helplessness and fear as I slowly approached her, holding my hands up in a calming gesture. "Sweetie, it's me. James," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "There's no one there. It's just us."

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I saw him, Phi. I saw Ton. He was right there, laughing at me."

I stopped a few feet away, giving her space but ready to act if needed. "Sweetie, Ton is gone. He can't hurt you anymore. Look at me," I urged gently, hoping to break through the grip of her hallucination.

Her grip on the knife tightened, her knuckles turning white. "No, he's here. He's going to hurt me again," she whimpered, her voice breaking with fear.

My heart broke at the sight of her like this, so fragile and terrified. "You're safe, Sweetie. I promise you're safe with me." I reassured her, inching closer step by step. "Let me take the knife, okay? I won't let anything happen to you."

She hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the corner of the a room. Slowly, she lowered the knife, her fingers releasing their tight hold. I carefully reached out and took it from her trembling hand, setting it aside on the dresser.

As the tension eased from her body, she collapsed into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I held her close, murmuring soothing words and stroking her hair. "It's okay, Sweetie. I've got you. You're safe now," I whispered, my own voice thick with emotion.

"I'm....sorry," she choked out between sobs again. "I'm so....sorry, Phi...."

"Don't apologize," I said firmly, pressing a kiss to her head. "You're dealing with so much. It's okay to feel scared."

she whispered, her voice trembling. "He's everywhere... I can't escape him. I don't want to live."

I felt a sharp pang in my chest, seeing her like this. "Please, don't say like that, Sweetie" I urged, gently squeezing her hand. "You're safe now. I'm here with you."

She shook her head, I could feel her tears. "No, you don't understand. He...he is...in my mind, haunting me. I can't live like this. It... It's too much...."

I could see the depth of her despair, and it tore at my heart. Desperately, I tried to console her. "I know it feels impossible right now, but you're not alone, sweetie. I'll help you through this. We'll find a way to make it better."

She looked at me with hollow eyes, her pain palpable. "But what's the point, phi..? I don't want to live like this. I don't want to live at all."