Chapter Eighteen

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Jake's POV:

I stared at her in shock.

She was hovering above me with the nervous smile on her face.

"W-What are you saying, Elena?" I asked her not believing my ears.

"I love you," She whispered caressing my face.

I removed her gently from me and sat up on the bed. Suddenly, I felt cold and frightened.

My heart was beating madly inside my chest. It was reassuring me and telling me not to panic. But my mind was going crazy.

"We have just started dating. She just found out about my past. How she can be in love with me?" My inner voice asked.

"No, she cannot be in love with me," I replied.

I felt her presence behind me. She hugged me from behind and wrapped her arms around my abdomen.

"I know it's shocking for you," She mumbled and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

I clutched the bed sheet tightly to stop myself from running out of the room.

I felt fu*cking scared of that word "love".

My mind was reminding me how much pain I was in when Hanna left. I was in love with her. She was in love with me. We were so happy.

(Thinking)

But it took one day to ruin our happiness. She vomited and fainted in front of my eyes. I took her to the hospital and we found out she was pregnant. We were shocked but happy. We wanted it despite the situation.

The doctor asked us to stay in the hospital overnight because they wanted to run some additional tests. We stayed in the hospital because we wanted to make sure everything was right. But when the reports came nothing was right.

The doctors found a stage IV  pancreatic cancer. We were given a week to prepare ourselves to abort the baby before they would start the treatment. We were told the baby wouldn't be able to make it into the world at any cost. She cried so much that day.

I never complained about anything in my life and always made jokes to make others laugh. But that day, I complained. I cried for not getting the chance to spend more time with my mother. I cried for not getting accepted by my own father. I cried for not given the chance to cherish my first child.

Hanna tried her best to live for me, but she knew it was becoming impossible. I tried my best to stay positive, but I knew I was losing her.

She died four years ago and I died with her.

She deserved to live. She was only twenty-two. I deserved to be finally happy with her.

"Jake," Elena whispered my name to catch my attention.

"I'm sorry, Elena. I don't want you to fall in love with me. You don't know how painful love is," I mumbled.

"I know the feeling," She said.

I felt something wet falling on my bare shoulder and frowned.

I removed her arms and turned to face her. I wiped her tears making her glance at me.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I know how it feels to see the person you are in love with sad and in pain. That's what I am trying to change. I want to make you happy." She placed her hand over mine and gripped it.

"How can you be so sure that it is love?" I asked her with the soft smile.

I didn't want to make her cry. I knew how soft and fragile her heart was.

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