The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 101

Hazel's POV

It was nearing noon, but I still couldn't bring myself to get out of bed though it was the second day after the incident at the bridal dress shop. The weight of everything pressing on my chest, suffocating me, kept me tangled in the sheets. I rolled over onto my side, staring at the ceiling, feeling like a stranger in my own skin. My body felt numb, and every breath I took was heavy, as though I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I haven't seen Hyden since he forcefully took me home. I heard his car leaving as soon as I locked myself in my room, and late that night, I heard his car coming back to the mansion, but he didn't come to my room. I didn't know how to feel about it. funny enough!!! I was now used to sleeping curled in his embrace, shameful enough it was feeling warm and safe but last night, I was completely alone. I was so cold, curling alone on my bed.I couldn't sleep, but when i finally slept I had a nightmare again in the late night.

I found myself on the side of the road, surrounded by darkness. A car sped toward me, it's headlights blinding. The vehicle screeched to a halt in front of me, and the figure stepping out from it was cloaked in black. I could only make out the silhouette of someone in a hoodie, their face obscured by shadow, but their smirk was unmistakable. I wanted to run, but my legs were paralysed. I couldn't move. My heart raced in the aftermath, as I woke up, drenched in sweat, The dream was terrifying, and maybe that's why I felt more gloomy throughout the day. The dream haunted me, filling me with dread and confusion. It was almost as the day of accident on the drama play. The memory of that night still feels like a blurred, jagged puzzle. Almost three years have passed, yet the face of the driver remains elusive, a shadow lingering at the edge of my mind. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse. Would remembering provide closure, or would it only deepen the scars?

Lately, the Nick's sister being a suspect in the recent accident keeps circling in my thoughts. It's as if the universe is trying to weave together threads I can't see. I didn't want to believe it at first, but now I can't shake this nagging feeling, like everything is connected in ways I can't yet unravel. It's all so tangled, so corrupted, that it feels impossible to trust anything. What if there's more to this story? What if the past and the present aren't as separate as they seem?

And then there's Hyden. He's like a storm in my life, relentless and overwhelming, his presence adding to the chaos instead of easing it. His intensity, his unpredictability, it's exhausting. He pulls me into his world, demanding answers, demanding me, but what about me? What about my own struggles, my own shattered peace?

It feels like I'm caught in a never ending cycle of tangled emotions and unresolved problems, each one amplifying the other. I don't know how much more I can take before it all breaks me.

I rolled over onto my side, staring at the ceiling, my body numb. Every breath felt like a weight, and yet, I couldn't move, couldn't shake the feeling. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made the big mistake, that I had hurt Aunt and Uncle in a way I couldn't undo. Their faces haunted me, especially Aunt's. The look in her eyes had pierced through me, and I couldn't erase it from my mind. I still remembered how her voice had sounded the night before, quieter than usual, more fragile. There was something in it that made my heart twist.

"Honey... is this really how you feel? Are you sure about this?" Mom had asked. I didn't know how to answer her. The question had hung in the air, too heavy, too full of sadness. I wanted to tell her everything, to take back my words and actions, to fix what I had broken, but I couldn't. It wasn't just about them anymore, it was about me, too.

I could see Aunt's worried face, shifting uncomfortably on her feet as she glanced at me finally. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her voice softened, full of compassion but also confusion . There was no disappointment, just a quiet, unspoken resignation in her eyes. She had taken a step toward me, her hand trembling as she reached out, her voice breaking through the silence. "Honey, we love you. We just want you to be happy. If you need time, we'll give it to you. Just... please, talk to us. We can't fix this if you don't let us in." Their words had been so full of love, of understanding. But I didn't want to talk about it, silence felt more safer, like a protective shield against the storm that was him. I didn't have the energy to argue, to explain, or to demand anything anymore. Let him learn his lesson. Let him sit in his silence and figure himself out while I figured out my own feelings for him.