Page 20 of From You to Me

Maybe it confirmed that we were never going to the Evy and Jay we once were. The gap had been bridged, but too much pain and sadness lingered. Our hearts could never heal. Even time couldn’t mend those broken shards we kept vaulted in our chests.

I would silently love him like I always had because the Jay who stood in front of me today was a stranger. And I was unwilling to be vulnerable with him again or bare my soul because it looked like he would gladly walk all over it.

Maybe this was the cold wake-up call for me to move on from Jay. It never occurred to me until this moment that he was my ex. Somehow, I foolishly held on to the hope that Jay would always come back to me. But it looked like that wasn’t the case now.

Calling him my ex was a painful thought, sending zaps of hurt straight to my heart. But it seemed we had made our bed.

My soul and heart would always be his, but I needed to find happiness elsewhere for my mental sanity.

I didn’t even think as I pressed the call. “Gabe, tell Marcus I will be joining in this Friday.”

“Whoa, straight to the point, huh, chica? Looks like someone saw those photographs from last night.”

“Yeah, you were right. I do need to get over him. There are too many buried bones between us. He despises me, Gabe, and understandably so, but at the end of the day, it’s him, you know. I still love him.”

I could hear Gabe sigh through the phone. “Well, I mean, I know it won’t change a lot, but why don’t you try to tell him everything that happened.”

“I want to, so badly. Trust me, I have tried. But he barely even acknowledges my existence. But I have to do it. At least then I would finally be free from carrying all that burden. I must put my big girl pants on and tell him everything.”

“Yeah, I think that would be for the best. You’ve bottled it all up, and soon, it’s all going to blow up. Trust me, you don’t want to relive those dark days again,” Gabe added softly.

I suppressed the painful memories that started to creep into my mind. I knew exactly what he was talking about—the desolate days where I almost gave everything up.

My mind took me right back to that time.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the constant nagging sound I kept hearing over and over again.

I didn’t like it.

I wanted to turn it off, but I can’t. I couldn’t. It felt like a heavy blanket was wrapped around me over and over again.

I couldn’t move an inch.

It felt like my entire world was shrouded in darkness and nothingness.

Like my eyelashes were glued, my throat raw and dry, and my body weighed by an anchor.

What was wrong with me?

“Ms. May,” a soft voice whispered, followed by a small shake on my shoulders. “Ms. May, can you hear me?”

Yes.I wanted to say it, but I couldn’t.

Try, Evy, I said to myself.

I slowly pried my heavy lids open but was only met with black dots.

“Oh, Thank God, Ms. May,” whispered the soft voice again.

I reeled back the confusion and centered myself to blink away the dots.

Slithers of bright light blinded my eyes as my vision came into focus.

I was met with the face of a woman whom I didn’t recognize.

A kind smile spread across her lips. “Ms. May, you’re okay. You’re in the hospital. Don’t worry, you’ve been in an unfortunate incident, but you’re alright now. I’ll call the doctor in to check on you.”

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