Tethered To You

Chapter 1

Amora's POV;

The ice on the other side of the window had started to melt. Droplets of water slowly slid down the window one after another, almost as if they were tears being shed because winter was coming to an end and spring was about to begin.

This was my favorite time of the year.

I don't want to miss it.

I can't miss it. 

Maybe if I-

"Amora," Dr. Oliver sighed. "Did you hear what I said?"

I blinked at her trying to register what she had said. Was she still talking to me?

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said I'm changing your prescription, something a little stronger to help with those migraines. And please try to take them daily this time around, we don't want another repeat of what happened last time."

"I will, I will," will I though? " Last time was just a small slip up, it won't happen again."

*cough cough* liar.

She assessed me skeptically, probably seeing through the lies I'm spewing straight through my teeth. She knew me, and she knew me well. She had been with me since day one when the accident happened almost four years ago. She probably remembers more than I do.

All I see when I attempt to go back to that day are flashes of orange, almost as if the color was alive and moving. Theres always a sinking feeling deep within my gut whenever I see the color behind my eyes. It feels like my heart wants to rip out of my chest, crawl up my throat and out through my mouth onto my lap.

A constant reminder that even though memories fade, the pain still remains.

Does it ever go away?

"You're not listening again are you?"

This time I looked up at her. I could literally see her brown greying hair that I knew stem from the stress I gave her whenever I was in the same room with her for more than a couple of minutes. The wrinkles that were forming along her forehead from all the scowls she would give me on a regular basis were just as prominent. She was not aging well from where I was sitting, but I was not about to tell her that.

"I got it. New prescription... awesome!" I faked a smile. I really needed to get better at lying to this woman, this was just borderline embarrassing.

She shook her head. "No. I can't trust you to be adult enough to keep yourself from another coma, it was a miracle you even woke up last time! Gambling with life isn't the way to go-"

"Oh my God," I rolled my eyes." You're acting as if I'm suicidal." 

I flinched as soon as the words left my lips. Her face turned different shades of red, a huge giveaway that all hell was about to break loose and she was about to start shouting. I probably shouldn't have cut her off like I always do. I just never learn my lesson do I?

The urgent knocking on the other side of the examination room door shielded me from the wrath she was no doubt about unleash. 

God, why are you so good to me?

We both turned to look at my knight in shinning armor and the brown haired head that popped up between the small gap of the opened door did not disappoint. Always on time. Always saving my stupid ass.

"Sorry Dr. Oliver for interrupting what seems to be an... interesting discussion but this little trouble maker has a plane to catch," Jacob informed the woman that looked like she was ready to pounce on me as soon as Jacob turned around.

"Thank god, take her! One more minute with her and I'll start pulling my hair out."

Well its not like you even have much left...

"Amora!" Jacob scolded.

Shit. Did I say that out loud? 

"Well would you look at the time,"I looked down at my bare wrist, wrong move. "I better hurry up and change before that plane leaves without me." I referred to my uncomfortable plastic hospital gown. 

Dr. Oliver was half way through the door when she said," I love you and all but you will be the death of me. Take the damn pills."

I rolled my eyes at her again when she was out of sight and stood up from the examination table. The rustling of the plastic gown was the only thing that could be heard in the hollow, brightly lit room as I moved around to get the clothes I came with from Dr. Olivers desk a feet away from me. I was about to untie the knots on the back of the gown that were holding it in place when I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

Jacobs warm brown eyes met mine when I looked up. He looked like he was deep in thought and didn't notice that I was staring right back at him. He seemed to be in his own world. was everything okay?

"Jacob?"

Almost as if a switched was flipped, he started walking towards me still in his own world, never breaking eye contact. A man on a mission, one I was yet to discover. Confidence and dominance oozed out of the caring and loving man in front of me. Dressed in his favorite washed out jeans and black hoodie, he stopped barely an inch or two infront of me. His arms snaked around my waist to pull me closer to his  firm body.

"You're so beautiful," he declared as he slowly started to untie the knots I was fumbling with before. One by one, he left a trail of dangling strings. His fingers were ice cold as they traced the trail of exposed skin that he now had full access to. My body was now on high alert yet putty in his hands. My brain turned to mush and I hadn't even processed that he was leaning in closer, eyes now set on my parted lips as his was only a breath away.

I looked down and took a step away from him.

I couldn't.

"I hope one day you'll finally give in to me and cave. And I promise you when that day comes, I won't let you regret a second of it."

I was speechless. We've had this conversation a hundred times before and each time we did, I never knew what to say. Staying quiet is better than saying the wrong thing.

After Jacob gave me a sweet kiss to my forehead and left the room, I quickly changed into my clothes. He gave me a ride to the airport after we picked up my new prescription at the pharmacy. My bag had already been packed the day before and had been waiting in the trunk of his car all morning. I wasn't planning on staying gone for long so I made sure to pack light.

I gave Jacob a kiss on the cheek before I hugged him one last time and thanked him for everything. He was my rock. My constant. I don't know where I would be without him. I loved him, though not the same way he loved me. I'd get there eventually though. Through thick and thin, we'll get there somehow.

Before the plane took off, all thoughts of Jacob slipped away. They were now replaced with thoughts of where i was going, where this plane was taking me. If someone were to ask me where I was heading, I would simply say I was going home. But could I really call it that if it didn't feel like home? Nowhere felt like home.