Uncontrolled emotional anger
Larisa’s pov
There was an indescribable tension in my heart the moment Taylor pointed at Dylan's wristwatch. All my stubbornness vanished instantly, as if Taylor had uncovered everything we had done the previous night. My suspicions arose when I woke up to find my phone in his hand and later discovered that it was Dylan, his twin brother who had called. Then Taylor repeatedly questioned me about what I was hiding. During that time, I felt immense sadness, knowing that Dylan had left and I might never see him again. With a worried heart and restless soul, the wristwatch entered the scene.
For the first few seconds, I was at a loss. If Taylor could read my mind, he would have sensed the rise in my blood pressure, coursing through my veins. Still contemplating, Taylor, thinking I was still half-asleep, unintentionally helped me with his next statement.
"You must have forgotten to give Dylan back his wristwatch. Was it weighing his hand down while he was dancing?" He chuckled. That was the moment I realized that what I feared was completely different from what Taylor was implying. In all the time I had been with Taylor, this was the most perceptive and supportive thing he had ever said, though he had no idea that his remark had become my liberation.
I walked back into the room, this time with confidence, and picked up the wristwatch.
"I remember when Dylan asked me to hold it for him at the dance hall yesterday. It's all my fault. I should have reminded him yesterday..."
"No, it's not your fault. Maybe you thought you could give it back to him today. I don't understand why Dylan would rush back to New York without waiting to join the family for breakfast." His voice oozed with displeasure toward Dylan's actions. It had been a long time since we had such a heartfelt conversation, and when I realized that Taylor's suspicions were far from mine, I stopped talking and left the room with the wristwatch in my hand.
Without waiting for him, I quickly made my way to the car, already knowing I would be the one driving. I sat in the driver's seat, lost in thoughts about what would have happened if Taylor had discovered what Dylan and I did the previous night. As my mind briefly dwelled on the intimacy we shared, a tingling sensation washed over my body, and I found myself instinctively closing my eyes, trying to visualize it clearly.
I was still lost in sweet memories, my gaze no longer fixed on the hotel's main entrance from where Taylor would emerge, when suddenly, Taylor opened the passenger's side door, breaking the spell. As I turned to look at him, about to start the car, Taylor spoke up, interrupting my thoughts.
"Please, what are you going through? I'm certain I can be of great assistance. I remember when we first started our relationship, you were very open with me. Why can't I help you this time?"
As he offered his help in my current situation, all I could do was smile and use my right fingers to rub my forehead. If only he knew what was going through my mind. I remained silent and shifted my legs uneasily.
"Do you want me to drive or would you prefer to take the wheel?" I asked, leaving him unsure of what to say. He simply stared at me until I inserted the key into the ignition, started the car, and began driving home.
The car remained silent for quite some time, and I knew Taylor must have been puzzled by the newfound calmness I displayed. As we neared the house, Taylor finally broke the silence.
"By the way, my parents asked me to express their gratitude for the care you've shown me."
"Hmmm..." I merely hummed and continued driving. I didn't feel like uttering a word. While driving, my phone began to ring, and it was my close friend Bridget calling. I let the phone ring, seeking focus as I navigated a beltline. Taylor then made a suggestion.
"Can I answer the call and put it on speaker for you?"
If Taylor had always been treating me this way from the start, perhaps our relationship would be in a better place. But when he started acting out of character, it infuriated me. When had he ever attempted something like this before?
"Don't worry, I'll call her back," I replied, and he waited a few seconds before saying,
"Why are you trying to push me away? This isn't the Larisa I know."
"Please, just let me drive in peace. There's a lot on my mind..."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're shutting me out of your life. It's not fair, especially considering my condition. I need not only medical care, but also emotional and mental support, and I believe you can provide that."
The best I could do was remain silent until we arrived home. Once I parked the car in front of his house, I grabbed my bag and went inside, while he slowly stepped out of the car. By the time he made it out, I was already in my room. On my way to my room, I contemplated whether to confide in Bridget about the weight of Dylan's presence in my thoughts or keep it to myself. I was still undecided when my phone rang, and I hoped it would be Dylan, but unfortunately, it wasn't him—it was Bridget.
"At last!" Bridget exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve you ignoring my calls? What's going on with you?"
Bridget's words instantly reminded me of Taylor's behavior, as he often contacted my friends whenever he had issues with me.
"What did Taylor tell you this time?" I asked.
"No, he didn't say anything. I was just calling to see how the event went."
"Bridget, I know you too well. Tell me, what did Taylor say?" Just as I was about to hear Bridget's response, Taylor walked in. To prevent him from overhearing our conversation, I quickly said,
"Bridget, I'll call you later today." I ended the call and pretended to be occupied, busying myself with rearranging the bed. Despite my activities, thoughts of Dylan lingered in my mind.
"My dearest..."
"Please don't call me that," I interrupted him, seeking something that would make me angry and prompt me to leave him alone in the house. He stood, using only one of his crutches, and leaned against the doorpost.
"I can sense your anger towards me..."
"Well, if you're aware, why can't you just give me some space?" I interrupted him once again, while simultaneously questioning why I was so furious. There must be something I was hiding from myself, and I needed to confront the truth.
"Please, may I say something?"
"What is it that you want to say that I haven't heard from you before? Is it another plea for me to stay? Tell me," I replied, looking directly at him.
"I can see how angry you are right now. I'll leave you alone for now, and we can talk later."
"Thank you so much. That's the most sensible thing you've said all day. And as you go, please close the door," I requested.
Slowly, he averted his gaze from me, and I turned away from him, waiting for the sound of the door slamming shut. Contrary to my expectations, he gently closed the door. At that moment, I found myself clutching my pillow, pressing it against my face, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I reached for my phone and dialed Dylan's number. When I saw that he wasn't answering, and feeling the need to pour out my emotions to someone, I decided to express my feelings in a message to him.
“Sometimes I wonder if you experience the same profound emotions as I do, if you have thoughts that I long for you to know. Perhaps you're unaware of the impact your touch has had on me. Since the day we met, you've become the person I seek. People say it means something, but I'm uncertain of what that is. I desperately searched for you this morning, longing for the greatest joy I've ever known. All I heard was that you were heading to New York. It shattered my heart to see you go, but I'm unsure if you feel the same way, and I don't want to assume. If love could be chosen, who wouldn't choose a love like yours? Perhaps my love for you wasn't meant to endure. But whatever that is going through your mind now, know that you are the first person I truly hope will never abandon me."
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