Vista

redeemed

Lena's POV

It'd been almost a month since Ethan got married. After a few more appointments at the hospital, the doctor asked me to take a week off work.

I lay in bed, thinking about everything that came to mind.

To be honest, I was happy that things turned out differently. But it somehow felt lonely. I wasn't the joyful Lena people knew. I was now the lonely Lena.

The thought of it caused a tear to run down my cheek. Everything that I worked for wasn't worth it. Overworking wasn't worth it. What I turned my back on were now the things blossoming in my sight.

I didn't realize I was already sobbing when I heard someone rush in.

"Hey."

I didn't look. The voice felt familiar but the more they approached me, the more the tears ran down.

"It's okay. Look at me."

When I looked, I saw Denis. I cried all the more.

"Shh. I know it's me. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? This is what you do. You apologize, and then you leave. So why are you here again?"

"I'm here because I want to be with you again. I don't want you to keep crying like this. I want to take care of you like I should've done from the start. Lena, I know I've failed you so many times, but just give me one time to make it right with you. Just one."

He went on his knees, cupping my face in his hands. It was then that it dawned on me that I've loved Denise all my life. Since college, I'd been fighting to have him. That was probably the reason why I got sick after our divorce.

"It's okay."

He climbed on the bed with me and I cried myself to sleep on his chest.

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I woke up the next day on an empty bed. Just when I was about to confirm the fact that he would leave, I heard his voice at the other end of the room.

"I see you're up already."

He was reading a book and sipping from a mug, his eyes never leaving mine. I was drowned in that moment. His posture, his look, and his voice combined into a beautiful symphony.

I was suddenly confused but tired. My limbs got weak as I realized I might have slept for twenty-four hours straight.

"Good morning." I got into the bathroom to get a shower.

After wearing something warm, I walked to the kitchen to have some tea. I tried my best to avoid any heart-melting eye contact with Denise. I might have shown him my miserable side, but he wasn't worth my attention for the moment.

"I'm sure you have an appointment tomorrow. I hope you don't mind me coming with you."

I shook my head no.

He stood at the kitchen doorframe while I poured myself some coffee. It was awkward watching me, but deep down I wanted him around me.

Lonely Lena.

I held the counter for support. My eyes were failing me and I felt like my brain was disappearing.

"When you feel like your world is spinning and there are people around, just ask someone to hold you. You'll be okay after some time."

It was a recommendation from my therapist. Before I could even ask, Denis rushed forward and gathered me in his arms. We sat on the floor for about twenty minutes as he spoke random soothing words in my ear.