Lust for Love

Chapter 47.1

* Vivy's p.o.v. *

Gray finally recovered after a few days of rest and he was back even more energetic after I voluntarily hugged him. He kept talking to me every minute asking me questions to see whether I would respond or not. I did but only to a select few. My body probably moved on it's own accord when I found out Gray fell sick, because he usually never did.

Nathan's mood started to improve a little seeing me respond to Gray from time to time. As if he found a new sense of hope which he had been feeling devoid of for the past few weeks.

My wounds healed too but I was under constant surveillance after that incident. Everyone feared if I might do something to myself. It was suffoctaing sometimes but I endured it. Afterall I was the reason they were acting cautious. But I tried to not act upon my thoughts since Gray fainted. I feared he might really overwork himself to keep me safe and end up getting seriously injured.

Tyler soon started searching for jobs again after Sherry encouraged him to. It was a surprise for me learning he quit his job but now he landed in the same company as before with a colleague's referral.

Although he still kept his distance from time to time and neither could I face him.

I mean how could I after....

Anyway, Nash didn't waste another day, after my wounds healed, to start my home-therapy and while everyone was skeptical since I still couldn't speak he assured Dr. Harper had her ways.

Although she sensed an awfully familiar Deja Vu as she sat in a comfortable armchair across a mute me who simply kept staring at the small whiteboard and markers lying on the bed in our guestroom.

"Vivy? It's alright if you can't speak but maybe you can write down how you feel for me?" Harper asked but nada.

I didn't want to discuss my feelings. That wasn't going to help anyone.

"Alright, no worries we can take our time. Do you want to discuss something?" She asked politely.

I had overheard that she is counselling Tyler too. Then why is his condition not improving? I slowly picked up the whiteboard and a marker and even though my grip had weakened, I tried my best to write a few words that would give her an idea.

She looked at me eagerly until she was surprised seeing my one letter question in bold, "HELP TYLER?"

She looked at it for a couple seconds trying to decipher what I meant so I scribbled again on it before revealing it to her.

"NIGHTMARES?"

She looked astonished before let out a soft chortle.

"Haha. Aren't the two of you adorable?"

Adorable?

"Yes Vivy. Does he still have nightmares?" She asked a simple question to which I nodded.

"Are they still frequent?"

I nodded again.

"How does that make you feel?" She suddenly switched the pattern and I wonder what did my feelings have anything to do with it?