Chapter 46 Is This The End?
Will's P.O.V.
I’m going home, not feeling like attending the rest of the lectures after what happened with Iva. I drive through the rain-slicked roads. I usually enjoy the rain, but today I don’t even care to look.
My fingers are wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, and her necklace rests in my other hand.
Her necklace.
The one that once lay against her skin as it belonged there. Now it’s cold, lonely, and resting in my palm. Just like me.
She refused to wear the necklace which I gave her on a special night. This necklace was a symbol of our love, but now it's not. All because of me.
Her voice echoes inside my head.
“This pendant doesn’t remind me of our love anymore.”
“It reminds me of the night you tore it off and broke my heart."
Every word of hers tightens my chest and shatters my soul.
She’s right, what I did to her was completely wrong. It’s unforgivable.
“What if I had kissed someone else? Would you forgive me so easily?” Her words keep ringing in my mind.
When she asked me this question, I became silent, because the truth is, I wouldn’t.
I would’ve burned the entire world to ashes if I had seen her lips on someone else.
So how the fuck can I expect her to forgive me?
I squeeze the steering wheel harder. The image of her wet eyes, full of pain, won’t leave my mind. The way she pushed me away, the way her voice trembled when she said those words. Everything is killing me from the inside.
I know I did completely wrong, but I’m trying. I’ve done everything I could.
But maybe it’s too late.
Is this the end of us?
The thought alone sends shivers through my whole body.
A tear slips down my cheek.
“I’m not giving up on us, Iva. Even if you hate me. Even if you never forgive me. I’m still yours. My heart will never stop beating for you,” I say, my moist eyes fixed on the necklace in my hand.
A speed breaker comes out of nowhere, and I don’t notice it, because my mind is somewhere else. The sudden jolt makes the pendant slip from my fingers, and it falls onto the passenger seat with a clink.
I reach down to grab it.
Just for a second.
And in that one second, when I look up, a car is coming straight at me.
“Oh! Fuck.” My eyes widen in panic. I immediately twist the wheel, trying to turn, but it’s too late.
The glass of the car shatters, the metal crushes, and my body jolts with the impact, but my hand doesn’t let go of the pendant. I clutch it like it’s my last breath.
And when my eyes flutter closed, there’s only one face I see.
My professor.
My Iva.
And then, there is complete darkness.
Iva's P.O.V.
It’s raining heavily outside, and my heart feels just as heavy inside. I wish it were easy for me to forgive Will.
I return to my apartment after my last lecture, and I haven’t seen him anywhere since everything happened between us.
Is he going to give up on us?
Is this the end?
“No!” I scream into the silent room.
Although, I’m pushing him away, deep inside, I want him to keep trying until I’m finally ready to give him my heart again.
I sit on the bed, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, trying to keep myself from falling apart.
I can still feel the warmth of his fingertips brushing against my bare skin. I can still hear his voice, deep and masculine.
Fuck! It’s been almost a month since I separated from him, and I’m missing his touch, his voice, his arms.
I’m missing everything about him.
I’m missing my Will.
Whenever I close my eyes, his tearful face flashes in my mind. I don’t know why I’m feeling so restless today.
I’m halfway through wiping another tear when my phone buzzes. I glance down, and Will’s name flashes on the screen.
I don’t feel like cutting his call. God, I’m missing his voice so much it aches. I just want to hear it.
With trembling fingers and a heart that won’t stop racing, I finally answer.
“Hello,” I utter, desperate to hear him.
But the voice that follows isn’t his. My heartbeat races in sudden anxiety.
A stranger asks, “Is this Iva?”
“Yes… who is this?” I reply, my brows knitting together.
Something is definitely wrong.
“I’m calling from The Mount Sinai Hospital. This phone was found at the scene of an accident. The patient’s condition is extremely serious, and we need you to come immediately.”
My heart almost stops beating, my blood runs cold, and my body freezes at his words.
What?
Accident.
Hospital.
Serious.
My Will.
“No… no, no,” I shake my head, not ready to accept the words as I scramble up from the bed.
“This must be a mistake! A few hours ago he was with me, he was okay!” I clutch the phone tighter as if holding it will change what I’ve heard.
“No, ma’am. You have to come soon. His condition is very serious,” the man insists before cutting the call.
Is this because of me that he met with the accident?
I hurt him so much.
He kept apologising to me again and again.
If I had forgiven him, this would never have happened. We would’ve been together now. Safe and happy.
God!
But it’s too late. Now I’m going to lose him forever.
What if I can’t hear his voice and feel his touch again?
“No. He’ll be okay. Nothing is going to happen to him,” I repeat to myself, clinging to fragile hope.
I can’t breathe. My chest is tight and my vision is blurry with tears. My legs move on their own as I throw on the first coat I find and rush out of my apartment.
I just keep praying on my way to the hospital to keep him safe, sitting in the backseat of the cab, because I’m not in the condition to drive.
My last encounter with him and our beautiful memories keep replaying in my mind.
“I can’t lose you, Will. Not like this.” I clutch my chest as if that will hold me together.
Every second feels like an eternity. The driver’s voice calling out, the sound of traffic, the rain hammering against the windows, all of it fades into nothing. The only thing echoing in my mind is Will.