Dear Doctor, I Love You! S2: A Dance Of Hearts

39※ Aftermath

TWO DAYS LATER

───※ 𝙔𝙄𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙑 ※───

Today was the final meeting with the PR team. It had been one of the toughest weeks of my life and tomorrow was the day we would finally face the public. P'Wave sat beside me as we went over the last-minute details for the press conference.

"We have got everything prepared," P'Wave said, glancing at his notes. "The lawyer is ready, the police report has been filed for those who were involved in spreading War's personal information and we have made sure to include the people who took and circulated photos of both of you without permission."

I nodded, my jaw clenched as he spoke. The invasion of our privacy had crossed so many lines and I was furious at how War had been dragged into this mess. It was about protecting War from the damage caused by people who didn't care about our boundaries. Those people had followed us, snapped photos without consent and leaked everything just to create chaos.

P'Wave sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Tomorrow's going to be rough but we need to stay focused, nong. You have to be ready for anything the media throws at you."

"I know," I muttered. "I will handle it. I just want this to be over, so War and I can finally breathe."

I hadn't spoken to War in days and it was killing me inside. But I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment. I had to keep my head clear for tomorrow's conference, for the statement we were going to make. It was the only way to ensure that the truth came out and that those responsible for hurting us would face the consequences.

"I just hope this clears things up," I added quietly. "I want War to feel safe again. He doesn't deserve any of this."

P'Wave placed a hand on my shoulder. "We will get through this. Everything will be fine."

I nodded. But despite all the preparation, I couldn't shake the heaviness in my chest. I hadn't seen or spoken to War in days. It wasn't because I didn't want to. I wanted to talk to him more than anything but I couldn't. I told myself it was for the best. The more we stayed apart, the less he would be exposed to the relentless media still circling around me.

But I was mad at myself. Furious, actually. How could I leave him alone like this? I knew he was hurting and I hated that I wasn't there to comfort him, to hold him, to tell him everything would be alright. But I was terrified. What if he brought up that dreaded conversation again. The one about taking a break? The thought alone paralyzed me. If he mentioned it, I wasn't sure I would be able to keep myself together.

I ran a hand through my hair, sighing deeply as I sat in the quiet of the office. The PR team had left and now it was just me, my thoughts and the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between War and me.

I missed him so much it hurt. But I couldn't go to him yet. Not while the media vultures were still circling. If I was followed, if they caught us together, it would only make things worse for him. I was trying to protect him, even if that meant staying away for now.

Tomorrow will be a turning point. After the press conference, we could finally start to put this nightmare behind us. But until then, I had to endure this emptiness, the distance between us and the gnawing fear that War might think I was pushing him away on purpose.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

I sat on the hotel balcony. Several empty beer bottles littered inside the room and now, a cigarette burned between my fingers. I took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke as it dissipated into the night.

I couldn't even remember the last time I smoked. It had been so long. If War knew I was doing this now, he would be furious. The thought of his angry face, the way his eyebrows would furrow, made me chuckle quietly to myself. He hated smoking, always saying it was bad for my health. He was always so serious about that kind of stuff, nagging at me to take better care of myself.