I held his hand, shaking my head, "You've been away from me for days. First, it was work, but what about now? If you feel guilty, we can hire a nurse for her."
Alex's eyes turned somber. After a long pause, he removed my hand, saying, "I talked to her about it. Emily doesn't want anyone else."
He embraced me, "Let's just wait a little longer. She's set to be discharged in a few days."
As Emily's calls persisted, Alex silenced the phone, his irritation apparent. I pretended not to notice as I watched the world pass by outside the window.
He left me at home and rushed back to the hospital. Left alone, I couldn't hold back any longer and ran to the bathroom, sick with worry.
In our early days, Alex would linger in his car outside my building after dropping me off, waiting for me to see him from my window before sleeping. He used to assure me of his unwavering love, defying even his parents' disapproval for the sake of our relationship.
Now, he told me to go home alone, abandoning his pregnant wife to be with another woman. I doubted whether I was overreacting or if his love had indeed cooled.
My heart felt hollow, a storm raging within as I looked out into the night, only to see darkness.
The next morning, Alex roused me from the couch, but I kept my eyes shut.
A woman's playful voice purred through the phone, "Alex, it's because you just left without a word yesterday."
"Are you blaming me now?" Alex replied, silence stretching until I began to doubt what I heard.
Finally, he spoke again, "Yesterday, I really was in the wrong." Then he kissed my eyelids gently.
He always said my eyes were his favorite, capable of captivating him completely. Yet now, he was doing things that seemed loving while his words were filled with ambiguity. I couldn't tell who his apology was meant for.
