Fate's Identity

Chapter 102

I pull my knees against my chest and bury my head in them, sobbing out. A few footsteps became audible to my ears, but I still rest in the same position. I feel them kneeling down next to me as their scent floats to the my nose. "Ally?" I hear Liam speak.

I lift my head, seeing his worried expression. I toss my arms around him, pushing him back, but he adjusted. His hands caress my shoulder and brush my hair.

"What happened?" He asks.

I push myself off of him and look in his eyes. I don't know if I should tell him, but there was something that made me feel protected. I pant, "Don't be mad..."

"Why would I be mad?" Liam asks, creasing his brows. His hand touches my cheek, and I let it ease my pain a little.

"I went on a date with Niall," I confess. "Everything went well, but I just couldn't bring myself to like him the same way as I like..." I didn't finish the sentence, scared that someone might be listening.

His eyes show my sympathy and compassion. He nods his head, understanding what I was going to say. And I was very thankful he understood. I didn't need anybody else mad at me.

Liam pulls me in, rubbing my arms and squeezing me tightly into his. "It's okay. It's okay," he eases.

I dig my nails into his shirt and sob quietly in his chest.

Why am I such a disappointment?

"I'm a disappointment," I cry. I feel his head shaking.

"Don't say," he says. "You're not."

"It's true," I respond. "I wasn't enough for my dad to stay. My brother didn't and still doesn't want to talk to me. Normani and Niall hate me because I broke their hearts. Simon thinks I'm a troubled girl. I even disappointed you."

He shakes his head. "It was just a date. We can always reschedule. And give the others time. Soon, they will remember you as the best person they have ever known."

I pull myself off of him. I shake my head, wondering why he's still here. "How can you still be here? I'm a mess. And you're not going to take shelter?"

"I knew what I was going to get into," he replies. He removes a lock of hair out of my moist face and sets it behind my ear. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You didn't ask for this. No one did. You have to find something that's worth living for. Put your hope in it and pray for a better day."

I wet my lips, tasting my own tears and lipstick. He's being too nice.
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I open my eyes once more, feeling the side of my face wet from the tears I wept in my sleep. I lift my hand up, feeling it heavier than usual, and wipe my tears dry. I recall the last thing that happened before I fell asleep.

Dr. Spears came and checked up on me. She asked me a couple of questions. And then she gave me a pill that made it easier for me to fall asleep. I don't think it worked to be honest, considering I can hear her voice outside of my room.

"I am so sorry, but there's nothing we can do," Dr. Spears spoke. "Her health has decline so fast in such a small amount of time. By this time, she won't be able to make it."