The Fatal Flaw | LT

LIII

CHAPTER LIII

November

It was one of those moments where I wanted the ground to swallow me.

But it was also one of those moments where I remembered how great our love was once. I remembered every touch, every heart-racing moment, every kiss, and every word we shared.

It was no denying that after ten whole years, I still love him.

How could I not?

I see him every single day in my so, a living reminder of our love.

I still love him, after all this time, I still do.

How can you stop loving someone who has changed your life, made you into a whole new person and help you write the most epic story of your life?

How can you un-love someone you love more than yourself?

How can you stop loving someone when you never really tried stopping at all?

In most of the fairy tales I have watched and read, I had this string of hope that when he sees me he'll pepper me with kisses and held me tight, saying he wants me back.

But this is real life, this is no fantasy and like many others, I'm one of the people who want to live in one. But fantasizing about some things can drive you mad and I believed it already did.

I stood frozen in the doorway and I was grateful for whoever bumped into me that caused my green eyes to stare away from his blue ones.

The nurses moved him to his private room after determining the severity of his injury and I quietly followed before speaking since Tristan was looking at me, wondering what was going on.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Styles and I'm going to be your doctor for tonight." I put on a fake cheery voice.

That's what I'm good at, faking. Remember I faked cheating once to get out of this relationship?

"Vee?" He uttered in disbelief mixed with surprise as he seemed to forget the state he was in.

I always heard his voice on the telly but this was different. Hearing him in real life brought back all those feelings I kept hidden for the past ten years.

"Hello, Louis." I smiled politely, telling myself that this was no place for reminiscing our pasts but I couldn't help it; my thoughts consumed me more than blood and oxygen consumed my body.

I was never good at confrontation and meeting new people or in this case, meeting people again for the first time in a decade so I did what I was good at, my job.

The nurses cleared out after a few minutes of them cleaning Louis' cuts and I occupied myself with checking his information and repeated me just to prevent spilling out words I don't intend to spill now or ever.

I pretended to be writing some things in the clipboard but my pen was not clicked, I just didn't want to look up and meet his eyes that were fixated on me.

I could feels his burning gaze on me as I continued to fake write on the clipboard and all I wanted to do was go back to my house with my son and pretend nothing ever happened, that I didn't just see my ex who happens to be the father of my child.

After what seems to be forever, the nurses cleared out of the treatment room after checking his vital signs, X ray and his ct scan, telling me they'll be back for the results later.

"How are you feeling?" I blurted out, not thinking that it would sound awkward. I just said the first thing on my mind.

"Other than I feel like my foot just left my body, I feel okay." He chuckled while shaking his head.