I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

LYDIA’S POV. 2 WEEKS LATER. “But how come he or she never texted me back? Is the person trying to play with me?” I asked Lorena over the phone as I walked down the hospital hallway after a long day of work. I felt completely dejected and disappointed, everything wasn’t going exactly how I pictured. It had been close to three weeks since Andrew’s near death experience and Andrew had not still woken up from coma. Neither have I been able to apprehend the murderer nor gather evidence against Jenny. I just wanted to break down crying. Though my book was selling out all over the country and it was being pushed to neighboring countries, The Clap Back was definitely a success and money was flowing into my account but it didn’t matter at the moment. Andrew wasn’t here to gift or congratulate me or to hype me up, my whole heart was heavy and all the tears I had been pushing in was threatening to fall. “You know what Lydia? How about you just go to the police station, let them track the number or work on it. I will ask Darren to accompany you.” I sighed deeply at her suggestion, biting my tongue in order to keep myself from going off on her. “I can tell you’re busy and you haven’t been listening to a word I have been saying. Because if you have, you would realize I already went to the station and nothing productive came from there. Just bye.” I snapped hanging up the call before she could utter a word. The whole investigation team was on the case, working tirelessly but it seems like whoever did it was extremely clean with the work. There was no footage found and when they interrogated Jenny she informed them that she was at the King’s Mansion all day then went out around noon to Starbucks and her story matched the footage. She looked extremely calm and unbothered when interrogated, and I concluded it was due to two reasons which were either because she truly was innocent or she already planned her storyline. “Ugggggggh.” I groaned then exhaled right before opening the door to Andrew’s room. The second I stepped in, Arianna came out of the bathroom in a leather jacket and leather pants, her hair was packed in a high ponytail and she had successfully used her makeup to cover up the eye bags under her eyes. “Hey Lydia.” She smiled small and I returned the smile waving at her. I dropped my bag on the couch and with sadness written all over my face I glanced at Andrew, slowing sitting on the couch. “Are you okay?” She asked softly and I nodded. “You don’t look like you are.” She pointed out taking a seat next to me and I ran my fingers through my hair letting out a breath. “I am just stressed out because of everything going on. I’m losing hope that Andrew might never wake up, and I can’t even find who did this. Plus I feel like this is all my fault, I deserve to be on my deathbed not Andrew who has a woman who loves him with a whole health and a soon to be father. It’s just not fair and all I do is lay around doing nothing that could help.” I wiped my tears and Arianna instantly pulled me towards her crying as well. “Don’t speak like that, Lydia. I have been drawing my hope from you. Look at me all dressed up in order to go meet my father and tell him everything and you speaking like this scares me.” I instantly felt horrible and wanted to apologize, wiping my tears but she shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, you deserve to break down when it’s too much. I shouldn’t be drawing my hope from you and leaning on you rather we should be doing the same to each other. What I want you to do now Lydia, is just take a deep breath and let it out.” I chuckled weakly and did as she was told. “Okay, now. Lay down, placing your head on my lap.” She instructed and I obeyed waiting for the next instruction. “Shut your eyes and take a break. You have been running about, from work to your apartment to the hospital and I’m certain you haven’t even closed your eyes for three hours. Just rest your mind, none of this is your fault and I’m certain Andrew would have popped your mouth if he heard you speak like this.” I chuckled and she soothingly rubbed my arm. “When you’re up, just pray and focus on the things you can do, not on what you can’t.” She spoke and I nodded, taking in her words. “When you fall asleep, I will go home and face my problem head on.” She informed me and I said, “You got this.” After a few minutes, I found myself drifting to sleep on the comfortable couch and soft lap of Ariana which felt like a comfy pillow. Her words kept playing in my head and I found myself overthinking again, So should I let the police do their work? Since I can’t control that?NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I shouldn’t be worried about Andrew waking up since I can’t do anything about it? Tears brimmed in my eye but I just shook off the thought and let the sleep overcome me. ****** When I woke up, it was too dark outside. My head was on one of the pillows the hospital provided. I stretched glancing at the time on my phone, it was 1am and though I was still sleepy. I felt the urge to just speak to Andrew and let everything out. I rose up from the couch stretching my legs and walked up to the seat near Andrew’s bed. “Hey…I don’t think I have spoken to you in weeks and I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that I truly apologize for everything. I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have lent you my car that day if I had known. Please wake up, please. Even if you wake up and don’t remember us, it’s way better than just sleeping here every single day. I don’t know if you heard Arianna but you’re going to be a dad.” I wiped away my tears with my other hand while wrapping his hands into mine. And just like last time, his hand vibrated at the sound of him being a dad. “I can’t wait to have a little niece because I know it’s going to be a little princess. And also for you to grant Ari that spectacular wedding she deserves. You have so many dreams and people around you who just need you. Please, please, wake up. I will do better I promise. I will be a good sister and I won’t steal your food if you promise not to steal mine.” I chuckled dryly sniffling, I laid my head at the edge of the bed still holding onto his hand. Hopefully by morning, he will be up. That’s how it works right? I thought then continued to tell him about my week, my book and our father.