The Story Of Us

Reality Nightmare

Y/n's POV:

She held me like it's gonna be her last.

It might be, so I let her.

It breaks my heart seeing her like this once again, it still breaks my heart. Do I still love her? I still care for her. I don't know how to answer the first question.

Her confession made me stunned, even when I already know it, it still did. Does she deserves a chance? Being with her once again brought happiness in my heart that I never knew she still could.

The thought of it gave me hope, hope that if I survived and gave her a chance, then I will have the chance to give Avery what she deserves. I could give her a complete family. Avery is my priority, not only myself anymore. I would do everything for that kid, even if it meant for me to be hurt over and over again.

Will Scarlett hurt me again?

A knock on the door broke us apart, but her hands stayed locked with mine, as if she's afraid to let go.

"Ms. Y/l/n, we're ready to go." A nurse called out, and I nodded before 3 of them went in to take me.

Scarlett hesitantly stood up, but kept her hand on the railing. Just watching them do things with me after she compose herself. I kept taking so many deep breaths as they lead me to the surgery room, with Scarlett, my parents, and King following.

Scarlett's POV:

I hesitantly let go of her hand as the doctors push her bed inside the room, her mother held me back as me and Y/n both looked at each other, holding our gaze to one another as if we're talking to each other using our eyes.

I wanted to say something, I wanted to promise what she wants, but I am scared to speak up, afraid that I would fall and break down at the thought of me, promising something like that to her, as if I'm completely agreeing on her thoughts that she could die.

As soon as the double door close, a sigh left me as my shoulder slumped forward. A comforting hand rubbed my back up and down, but I payed no mind to it as my thoughts is only fulfilled at the thought of Y/n.

"It's gonna be okay, Scarlett. She'll be okay, my daughter is a fighter. She'll survive through this, I promise." That didn't helped the ranging storm inside me.

I felt so exhausted, tired, weak, and helpless. I can't do anything to help her, if only I could, I would take all her pain. I wanted to rest for a moment, take a nap, but too afraid thinking that I could be awaken with the news of her being gone.

"I'll just go to her room, I want to rest for a moment." I excused myself, never once looking back as I made my way to her room, sitting down on the couch.

I need something to sit on, I felt my knees wobbled with every steps I make. Like, I would crumble down on my knees at anytime possible.

If I didn't do every stupid thing that I did in the past, would we still gonna end up here? Or we're already living our best life out there, somewhere secluded, our kids, and maybe 2 or more dogs just how she liked it?

I still remember everything clearly, her every wish and hopes for our relationship, which I ruined and turned everything into just a dream of her in just a snap.

Does she still remembers it? Some of her memories have already went away, but nonetheless, I still hope she still remember how I love her. I still wish that she still remembers how it feels to be loved by me.

Tears started to roll down on my cheeks, but I made no move to wipe them. With all the thing I have done to her, I should've been the one who's laying there in that room, fighting between life and death. I should be the one who's feeling all the pain she's going through right now.