So that’s what I was to him—irrational.Even when I told him I was sick.
I stared up at his beautiful,unrecognizable face,memories flooding back to the days after my brother passed.
Alexander was 18 back then.He couldn’t bear to see me sad,so he did everything to make me smile again.
He carried me on his back,running through the spring breeze,holding me under the stars as he made promises.He said he would love me for a thousand years,that he’d never let me be sad.
If he broke his promise,he’d swallow a thousand needles.
But in the end,he did break it.
The vows we made were still fresh in my mind,but the boy who kissed me in the spring wind was gone.
“Madeline,don’t misunderstand.There’s nothing going on between me and Alexander,”Chelsea said,her eyes red,tears perfectly placed on her face.
“The shower in my room is broken.That’s why I used your bathroom.I’ll take my things and go back to the guest room.Don’t worry,I won’t get in the way.”
She turned to leave,and that’s when I saw it—the lacy lingerie scattered across the bed I shared with Alexander.
It wasn’t mine.
I’d always been conservative in my clothing choices,but this lingerie was bold,seductive—entirely Chelsea’s style.
Even if she only came in to shower,there was no reason to leave her undergarments lying on my bed.
It was clear she hadn’t just used the bathroom.
There was no way Alexander didn’t understand her intentions,but he chose to let her get away with it.
He even seemed to enjoy it.
Crash!
The sharp sound of something breaking pulled me from my thoughts.My eyes snapped to the ground,where my necklace lay shattered.
A flash of malice crossed Chelsea’s face before her innocent expression returned.
“I’m so sorry.I didn’t mean to.I didn’t notice it was on the floor and accidentally stepped on it.I really didn’t mean it.”
I stared at the broken necklace,tears welling up uncontrollably.
It had been a gift from my brother.
When I was 17,I survived a near-fatal car accident that turned my world upside down.My brother,determined to help me heal,had heard about a powerful amulet from a local legend.Without hesitation,he trekked up the steep hill to the old chapel,kneeling to pray at each step.When he returned,he brought me a necklace—a symbol of his unwavering belief that it would protect me on my journey to recovery.
Coincidence or divine intervention,the day after he gave it to me,I woke up from my coma.