Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

“The doctor said your uterus was injured. And you would have difficulty having children. And because of that, you gave up instantly,” Abigail’s response made Flavia tense. “Even though all this time, you’ve been the one to comfort others. But you didn’t even accept it when others tried to comfort you.

“For God’s sake, Via. You were only diagnosed with ‘difficulty’ and even then there was still a fifty percent chance of hope. You weren’t declared infertile. But then, as if hell opened its doors in front of you, you became desperate.

“So many irrational fears filled your mind. You always wanted to make others happy regardless of your own happiness. You didn’t want Uncle to be unhappy because if he was with you, there was a high chance he wouldn’t have children. You were afraid of my grandmother’s rejection. And there are still many other fears you have.

“Yet, only you know that your fears might not necessarily be Uncle’s fears.

“You gave up before even stepping into the arena. I was angry, and I hated you for it. That’s why I changed my strategy.” She smiled and turned to Flavia. “I made Uncle not give up on you. He had to know what it’s like to suffer like you. But it turns out, even without me making him like that. He was already suffering because of you.”

“You two are truly the main characters in a melancholic and masochistic drama. Unfortunately, the script you’ve written yourselves is what makes it so painful.”

“A-Am I that bad?” Flavia asked, unsure.

“Yes. You’re that bad and that evil.

“Now, use the opportunity of your lost memory to see new possibilities. You’ll know that your deepest feelings clearly indicate that you love Uncle. And Uncle feels the same way.”

Abigail noticed the faint blush on her friend’s face again. Clearly not from the heat of the sun as they were fully shaded.

“Tell me your first impression when you saw Uncle. Before you knew he was your husband,” she gently requested.

“He was handsome,” Flavia honestly answered. Abigail smiled. The same reason as eleven years ago.

“Yes, I guess none of our grandfather’s descendants fail in that department. And then? How did you feel?”

Flavia pondered. “I liked it when he held my hand. It felt warm and comforting. He was very attentive, making my heart race.” Unconsciously, Flavia touched her left chest. “His smile… I liked it. I liked everything about him. Even his voice and the way he looked at me always made me want to touch him.

“I guess that’s wrong. It feels like a beautiful sin. Then I found out he’s my husband. Although I was surprised, it just felt right somehow. It felt so fitting that what I saw and felt about him after opening my eyes was truly normal and not sinful. And then last night…”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Why last night?” Abigail asked again.

“Last night I saw him, but somehow I missed him so much. I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted to hug him. And he cried.”

“Uncle? Crying?” Abigail couldn’t believe her ears. Flavia nodded.

“Yes. He cried, and it broke my heart to see him cry because of me. He said he was so afraid I wouldn’t wake up. I… It feels like I’ve fallen in love with him all over again. Is that normal?” Flavia turned to see a tearful smile on Abigail’s face. Abigail nodded.

“Very normal. Because deep down in your heart, that’s the feeling you’ve been trying to deny. You’ve been trying to push it away. At least, losing your memory has helped you organize your heart and mind better. You’ve become more honest and sensible,” she said sincerely. “Now you just have to accept it. Stop sacrificing continuously. Enjoy the love you have. Ignore the people. Those who don’t like you will always find ways to keep you apart. But if you strengthen each other, everything is just a storm that will gift you a beautiful rainbow.”

Flavia smiled, feeling a newfound conviction within herself.

At ten minutes past four in the afternoon, Gladwin appeared. Looking handsome and refreshed in a white Henley shirt and dark gray chino pants. Who would have thought that he was thirty-five years old if his appearance resembled that of a man in his twenties?

“Ready to go home, darling?” he greeted as he entered the room. Flavia, mesmerized, nodded slowly. Gladwin approached and kissed the top of her head. “You look so beautiful,” he praised and kissed her cheek.

“Ahem, please censor, someone’s getting emotional,” Abigail said. Gladwin just grinned mischievously.

“Don’t ignore opportunities. Seize the moment; it’s an obligation,” Gladwin replied. Abigail rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, newlyweds can do whatever they like. What am I, just an old single lady,” Abigail muttered.

Gladwin ruffled Abigail’s hair, earning a playful scowl from the girl. He then took the tote bag from her with his left hand while his right hand reached for Flavia’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Let’s go home,” he whispered in Flavia’s ear, causing her cheeks to flush again.

They walked side by side, Abigail on Gladwin’s left and Flavia on his right. The nurses and fellow doctors who saw them couldn’t help but turn their heads, seemingly hypnotized.

“Ready to go home?” the friendly greeting came from Eijaz, with Jonas coincidentally standing beside him.

“Sorry, haven’t had a chance to check in,” Jonas handed a gift to Flavia.

“He’s Jonas. He works with me as a nurse and was also your schoolmate,” Gladwin explained.

Flavia nodded, smiling, and accepted the gift, murmuring her thanks.

“Congratulations on your wedding as well. May you two be happy together forever,” his sincere wishes were met with agreement from Flavia and Gladwin, while surprised readiness could be heard from the nurse’s station.

“D-Doctor. So, it’s true?” one of the plump female nurses asked. Gladwin looked at her and nodded. “Wow, I really had no idea. We thought…” she didn’t finish her sentence. She then looked at Flavia and smiled warmly. “Congratulations on your wedding. Please forgive us if you’ve felt our care has been lacking,” she said.

Flavia could only smile. She herself was still surprised by the recent revelation of her status, so she didn’t know how to respond.

Many staff and nurses congratulated them, making their journey to the parking lot a bit longer. And by Flavia’s estimate, in less than twenty-four hours, Flavia and Gladwin’s hospital wedding would become a trending topic for them for some time to come.

They continued their journey to the parking area, as it happened that Jonas and Eijaz had finished work and were heading home. Their steps briefly halted when they saw Phoebe.

“Wow, what’s going on here?” the woman asked with enthusiasm. “Is there some kind of celebration, and I wasn’t invited?” she added sarcastically.

“No, there’s no celebration, Aunty,” Abigail replied. “We’re just on our way home. Same as you.”

“Oh, I thought there was a celebration, and I wasn’t invited. Sorry, I felt disappointed already,” she said. Her eyes shifted between Gladwin and Flavia, seeing their intertwined hands. A disgusted snort escaped her, which didn’t sound very elegant. But they ignored it and chose to continue their journey.