I woke up in the hospital. I opened my eyes, and saw Sheriff, Aisla and Minty. They were staring me as I did something very stupid. I asked them about the incident. They said it was just a disturbed blood sugar level, I need to pay attention to my diet. I was ok. Much better now. In 2 hours, I came home with Sheriff and Minty. Aisla went to her home on her own. I asked about D. They told me everything was fine. Sheriff was behaving awkward. I was confused about what's happening around me. It was like they were hiding something from me. Minty asked to stay with me if I'm not well but I was good enough to take care of myself. Why would I need a nurse? I was perfectly alright. Sheriff put my medicines on the table and they both left. I decided to take some rest. I laid down on my bed, thinking about Sedrick. I opened the old conversations. I read them again. And I was in tears again. Every night, I cried myself to sleep. It was usual now. All the time, I just wondered that does he miss me like I miss him? Or does he even remember me now? I had questions. But no answers. I was just thinking about him and nothing else. I just couldn't get him out of my head. I was tangled in my own thoughts. I wished he could just develop some emotions for me. But I could just wish. And I was now thinking that he would have forgotten about me. Tilda just stole my love. But again, I couldn't blame her. No one was to be blamed. It was no one's fault. It was just a matter of fate. And still, there's a huge difference between being someone's priority and being someone's option. But I could stay an option, I loved him. I slept in the morning at 4. And woke up again at 6. I said good morning to his picture, I prepared for breakfast, and I had to go for my job. I made pancakes, my forever favourite breakfast. Pancakes made with brown sugar and topped with chocolate. And a glass of milk. After breakfast, I sat in the lounge to watch TV for some time. I started feeling sick. I was still so careless, I forgot the medicines. I took the medicines, I read the description.
"What?!" ... "No ... No it can't be!"
I said to myself, sinking in the sofa.
What just Silvestra saw in the description? Is it actually description for the drug or something else? Well, wait for the next chapters! ;)
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Missing Pieces
RomanceThe diary of a one sided lover. 🌸 May be it's not about the happy ending... May be it's about the story. ✨ (Rankings: #53 out of 4.45K stories under hashtag Lessons on 03/11/19)
