I woke up in Sedrick's home. There was no one at home. I wondered what just happened. "Where's everyone...?" I wondered.
I waited in the room. Lying on the bed. I couldn't even find my phone. Everything was feeling strange. I waited for 2 hours. Then someone unlocked the door. I just heard footsteps. I stood up and went into the drawing room to see who was there. I saw, Sebastian was sitting in the corner of the room, numb, I had never seen my baby like that, his eyes were swelled as he had been crying for hours, or may be whole night. Sedrick was sitting beside him, looking at a picture in his hand. It felt like, no.. no.. Tilda?! No, it couldn't be. I didn't say a word. I was speechless. Where was I all the time? So much happened! How could I be in a deep sleep like that?
Then, suddenly, Sedrick's phone rang,
"Tell me about the hospital payments... "
I stepped inside the room, I asked Sebastian,
"Sebastian?! What happened?"
He ignored me. He never did like that.
"Sedrick? Will someone tell me what has happened?"
Everyone was ignoring me as if I don't even exist.
"Sebastian?!"
I put my hand to his head... My hand didn't feel any touch, I started feeling like something's wrong. It wasn't possible!
"Why don't you listen to me?!" I screamed.
They didn't even notice me!
"Sedrick? Sebastian?" I wanted to cry, but I had no tears. What was happening!
Sedrick went to kitchen and came back with some brownies, he talked to Sebastian, but my little boy, my brave little boy was numb, he didn't react. Sedrick was also in tears.
"Sebastian? You won't listen to daddy? You haven't eaten anything for hours. Your mommy always taught you to listen to me? Right?"
Then Sedrick fed Sebastian himself. Sebastian just opened his mouth for intake. He didn't say a word. I kneeled in front of them. For the first time, I saw Sedrick cry. I didn't know what had happened, but I couldn't see my whole world shatter in front of me like that. I couldn't see Sebastian like that, he turned to Sedrick, hugged him, and started crying so loudly, I stepped forward, I tried to hold his hand, but I couldn't.
I went to Tilda's room, I checked everywhere, Tilda was nowhere, my doubt was turning into belief. I was understanding nothing.Do you think Tilda died?
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Missing Pieces
Roman d'amourThe 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)