(Freya's POV)
"I-it's impossible...." The glass in my hand just dropped as I watched the news on the television.
"Vivian?!" I heard Tristan yell from the doorway as he walked into the room.
My body was shaking violently and tears were already falling. I still couldn't believe the news I saw that Devan was hospitalized with a gunshot wound and that it was all because of Viona. That she was also the culprit who caused Adam's accident.
"Vivian, damn it!" I felt my body being pulled forcefully by Tristan.
At that moment my body suddenly stiffened to the point that I couldn't move it. I continued to cry silently and my body trembled violently while I felt warmth radiating through my body as Tristan hugged me with panic on his face.
The news was like a nightmare to me. Just two days ago I felt that I might be able to start my new life with Devan. That I could give my life a chance to be happy. But everything felt like darkness pulling me down to the bottom of a terrible abyss.
"Tristan, Devan," I sobbed in his arms. I cried hysterically while clutching his clothes tightly. I felt like I was standing on thin glass that was starting to crack and it made me feel an overwhelming sense of dread.
"That's just news. We haven't gotten any news from Devan. I'm sure he's fine," Tristan's words trying to calm me down felt like a pedal out of the metal.
"I didn't get any news. No messages or calls from him since yesterday. I... Tristan, what if Devan..."
"Hey, Hey, Vivian... don't say things like that. I'm sure he'll be fine. I'll call him soon to know how his condition is," said Tristan who looked panicked as well, and that made me feel even more frightened.
"Mom?" I glanced at Adam who woke up. It seemed to be because of the glass I dropped. But I just stared at her with my tears flowing.
"Sit on the sofa. It's dangerous to stand here. I'll get someone to clean it up," Tristan said. He pulled me to the couch and forced me to sit there. I saw him immediately run to Adam's side of the bed.
"Uncle, what's wrong with my mom?" Adam asked with an innocent face.
"Oh, she's just surprised," he replied. He quickly turned off the television.
"Surprised?"
"The drinking water was hot and your mom was a little surprised by it. Don't worry," he said.
I was still staring at the television that was no longer on. Tristan ran out of the room and it wasn't long before a cleaner came in and cleaned up the shards of glass that were on the floor.
Tristan sat at the glass table and held my hand so tightly, and I could feel the anxiety he was feeling. I looked up at him with tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm afraid something bad will happen to him," I whispered to him.
I admit that I still love Devan and I don't want to lose him. That feeling is still there even from then and now, my heart still belongs to Devan. I don't want to part with him again after what happened yesterday. I want to live with Devan and Adam.
"I'll contact him. For now, please calm yourself. Adam is watching. If you're like this, he'll panic too," he said as he continued to hold my hand.
I nodded and wiped away my tears. I tried to cope with all my worries and panic thinking about Devan's current condition. I hoped that the news wasn't true and that Devan was okay.
I kept watching Tristan who was busy with his cell phone and soon, his call was connected. I don't know who he was calling, but his face looked so serious.
"It's me. I saw the news on television. What about Devan?" he asked.
I felt my body trembling and I fearfully grabbed Tristan's hand. I just needed an answer that would make me feel relieved and released from all the fear and worry I was feeling right now.
"What do you mean?" asked Tristan. "All right. I got it. Thank you," he said, ending the call.
"Wh-What happened? What about his condition?" I asked impatiently. I grabbed him by both arms and shook him. "Tristan, tell me!" I called out as he just stood there staring at me.
"He's gone..."
"Wh-What?" I heard my voice tremble violently, as did my body. My hand that was gripping his arm just fell without any force. I felt like my world was crumbling away. The darkness that I had been seeing was getting clearer and closer to me. There was no way for me to escape.
I squeezed my chest which felt so painful. It was like being hit by a boulder that made it difficult for me to breathe. My tears broke out and I couldn't contain my heartbreak at losing the man I loved so much.
"F-Forgive me, Vivian. I'm sorry," he whispered, hoarsely.
"No, no way. That's impossible..." I got up from the couch and stared at Tristan in disbelief. "Devan can't be dead!" I shouted hysterically.
"Vivian, calm down..."
"No, no. You lied to me, didn't you? You lied, right?" I clutched Tristan's clothes while sobbing. "Tell me that everything you said was a lie, Tristan. Tell me that Devan is okay!"
"Vivian...." His sad gaze made it increasingly clear to me that everything I heard was reality. And I couldn't do anything when all the things I had dreamed of before were shattered into pieces.
"He promised me he would come back. He promised me he would be by my side and would never leave me again! But why?" I choked on my saliva. My throat was constricted like it was on fire. "But why .... Why did he break his promise again?"
Tristan pulled me into his arms, so tight even though I continued to be hysterical and rebel. I was so broken that I felt that my life was beyond saving.
"I love him," I sobbed, "I haven't even gotten around to telling him that I love him. I've always loved him...."