The Impossible Made Possible.

Nothing. I'm Fine. Pt. 2

Ellen's POV.

I've never been so hurt in my life. I don't know if it's because I never really cared about who says what about me or because I've never loved anyone like I love Jason. I've seen people move on with their lives after incidents like mine or even worse , but why can't I ?

It's 11 a.m and I'm still in bed , trying hard not to cry. I have my earphones on , listening to Shawn Mendes. I see my Merissa walking towards me with a tray carrying my breakfast. 2 slices of toasted bread , 2 pieces of bacon , 2 fried eggs and a glass of juice next to the plate.

"Why are you doing this ?" I ask Merissa in a sad tone. "You're my sister , that's why !" She replies with smile on her face. I put a fake smile again and look down towards the blankets. She puts the tray down and sits besides me.

"Look. After you tried , you know , ending your life , I realised how much you really mean to me. I mean all this time I was too busy thinking only of myself forgetting I have an important role to play in this life of mine. Being your older sister and best friend. I was selfish and I would appreciate it if you were to forgive me. Maybe you won't now but I'll forever be trying hard to earn your trust back and Love and most of all your forgiveness. Please forgive me."

After the touching speech , I see a tear run down her left cheek. I get up to hug her as tight as I can. I smile and say "Although you were selfish , you gave me some alone time. Now I can even have five minutes to myself !" I exclaim sarcastically. She laughs softly , stands up and says "Argh , whatever." as she rolls over her eyes and we both laugh again.

"Have your breakfast and come over and help me with the chores , okay ?"
"Alright , gimme an hour or two." I say as I chuckle. She laughs and clicks her tongue as she walks out of my room.

I'm done eating , we are done with the chores and now we just catching up on movies and series we missed during the week. We shed tears , share laughs , we are just enjoying ourselves and suddenly I get a call from an unknown number ..

Answers..

"Hey , Ellen ?" Oh my ! It's .. It's .. It's Jason ! I want to reply but I'm just overwhelmed that I can't even say "Hi" back.. I get emotional and I say Hi in a squeaky voice.

"Look , it's Jason. Can you come over later today , there's someone I want you to meet."

"I-I will be there. What time ?"

"Six o clock , 7 o clock , 8. Anytime comfortable with you."

"Will be there , I promise !"

"Uhm , cool. Thanks."

I save his numbers immediately. Feeling incredulous that he actually called me. Matter fact , that he changed his numbers , probably his phone but still kept my number. Wonder if he still has pictures we took whenever we got bored in his car and whenever we wait for our favourite food - ice cream and pizza !! But Somehow I could sense that he was much more depressed than I was. During the small conversation , it was awkward. He was talking in a much more depressed voice. I was talking in a happy voice , happy to hear from him after 3 months straight.