greatest love

chapter 7:good bye migs

The next morning, Amara boarded the plane to America, carrying with her memories of Migs and the hope that one day soon, she would return to her side. She knew that their love had endured through challenges and distance before, and she held onto the belief that it would guide them through this separation as well

After months of waiting in the haze of coma, Migs finally stirred awake. Her father approached her cautiously, concern etched into his features. "Are you okay, Migs?" he asked softly. Migs nodded faintly, her mind still adjusting to being conscious again. Madie, ever the loving sister, immediately hugged her Kuya tightly, relieved beyond words.

As Migs took in her surroundings, the first question that surfaced in her mind was about Amara. "Where is Amara?" she inquired, her voice slightly hoarse from disuse. Before her father could respond, a nurse appeared, her presence commanding attention. The nurse, noticing Migs' confusion, asked if everything was alright and gently tapped her shoulder for reassurance. Migs snapped back to reality, nodding in response. The nurse smiled warmly before excusing herself from the room.

Turning back to her father, Migs pressed for answers about Amara. "Amara went to America for her job. She asked for my permission, and I agreed because it's her career," her father explained, his voice tinged with understanding but also concern for Migs' reaction. Disappointment flickered across Migs' face momentarily, but she managed a small smile, appreciating her father's support for Amara's ambitions.

Desperate to reconnect, Migs asked her father for her phone. He handed it over, and Migs dialed Amara's number anxiously. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Each unanswered ring felt like an eternity, stirring up worry and uncertainty in Migs' heart. She tried again and again, hoping beyond hope for a response that would ease her restless mind.

With each unanswered call, Migs' concern grew. Thoughts raced through her mind. Was Amara avoiding her? Was something wrong? She couldn't bear the idea of Amara being so far away and out of reach, especially now that she was awake and longing to see her.

After numerous attempts, Migs set the phone down with a sigh. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of relief and frustration washing over her. She knew deep down that Amara had left for her own good, to pursue her dreams, but the ache of separation weighed heavily on her heart.

In the following days, Migs focused on her recovery, supported by her family and the medical staff. She attended therapy sessions to regain her strength and mobility, each step forward a testament to her resilience. Yet, thoughts of Amara lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the unfinished chapters in their story.

As time passed, Migs kept herself busy with rehabilitation and spending time with Madie, who remained steadfast by her side. She cherished their moments together, finding solace in Madie's presence and unwavering support. But deep down, she yearned for the day when she could hear Amara's voice again, reassuring her that their love had endured despite the distance.

Months turned into a year, and Migs made remarkable progress in her recovery. She regained her strength and began to walk on her own again, a testament to her determination and the support of her loved ones. Yet, the void left by Amara's absence remained palpable, a silent ache that echoed through her days and nights.

With each passing day, Migs held onto the hope that one day soon, their paths would cross again. She clung to the memories they had shared and the promise of a future where they could be together once more. And as she looked towards the horizon, her heart whispered a silent prayer for the day when she would hear Amara's voice again, filling the emptiness with love and warmth.

As Migs lay in bed, struggling to sleep, she mustered the courage to message Amara. "Hello my love, it's been a while since we talked. Haha, I miss you so much. I wish I could hug you right now. Be safe, my love. I'll always be waiting for you to come back." With a heavy heart, Migs sent the message, hoping for a reply that never came. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep.

In the months that followed, Migs tried to move on from Amara, but her heartache persisted. She couldn't help but check Amara's social media accounts, only to discover photos of Amara with a boyfriend. The sight shattered Migs' heart, leaving her to grapple with the painful realization that Amara might have moved on. Unbeknownst to Migs, the boy in Amara's photos was actually her stepbrother, complicating Migs' understanding of the situation.

Attempting to distract herself, Migs decided to go to a bar with Clade. Amidst the noise and crowd, Migs asked Clade about Amara, hoping for any news. Clade's response was uncertain: "I don't know, bro. I haven't heard from her. If I were you, bro, I'd try to move on." Clade chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but Migs excused herself, needing a moment alone.

Lost in her thoughts, Migs bumped into a girl who seemed vaguely familiar. The girl apologized, and as Migs looked at her, the girl greeted her warmly, asking if she remembered her. Migs admitted the girl looked familiar, and as they talked, Migs realized she was her nurse during her accident. Embarrassed, Migs apologized profusely, but the nurse, named Jazz, laughed it off graciously. Before parting ways, Migs complimented Jazz on her name, earning a smile in return.

Returning to Clade, they continued drinking, trying to drown out the pain. As the night wore on and the alcohol took its toll, Clade decided it was time to get Migs home safely. He drove her back to her house, where Migs collapsed into sleep, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Amara and the unexpected encounter with Jazz.