It was a very strange feeling because at the end of the day, I wasn’t quite sure what exactly I was hoping for. It felt like I might be hoping for too much for things to continue the way they were now that Diana was back, but I did hold out hope that I would get to see Dahlia and have a proper conversation with her. My desire to see her made think about her almost all day and all night long until a crazy thought occurred to multiple tis - maybe I should just break into her hospital room during the night.
Of course, I knew that it was crazy, but it still took all of my self-control to stop myself from doing just that. Many nights, I found myself standing at the back of the hospital building in the dark, staring up at the window to her hospital room, and I would stay there until the lights in the room went off. I knew that if I wanted to talk to Dahlia, then I would have to find a way to separate her from her sister. I had always thought that I was desperate in wishing that Anthony would wake up from his slumber, but the overwhelming sense of desperation that I felt at that mont told that perhaps I hadn’t wished and prayed hard enough for my brother’s revival.
It crossed my mind that if only Anthony would just regain consciousness, then everything may be resolved in one way or another. At least, if Anthony woke up, then I would no longer need to take his place, and everything might revert to how it was supposed to be since the beginning. Anthony would be himself, and now that Diana was back, the two of them would get married exactly based on the original plan. I paused for a little while in my thoughts as I wondered what would happen to my relationship with Dahlia if Anthony regained consciousness.
Clearly, I would no longer have to take his place in his marriage, but that would also an that Dahlia would get to see Anthony once again. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure anymore about what exactly I wanted, and that made feel so lost and confused. It took a short while to admit to myself that I was quite affected by the uncertainty that lay in the future. I had never felt this way before, and I hated the fact that it made feel so weak. Just when I told myself to remain calm and not to let these uncertainties and sense of unease get to , another troubling thought entered my mind when I realized that there was a very high possibility that Dahlia would leave the country again if Anthony regained consciousness.
Everything would truly be over, just as she had said, with both Diana and Anthony back to take their respective places. Just like that, there would be no more need for my role, there wouldn’t be any need for Dahlia either. The only thing that might keep her in the country was a thirst for revenge, but that would only last until Desmond succeeded in his plan in reshaping the country’s governance and diminishing the power of the nobles.
"I guess the end is near," I whispered to myself before letting out a long sigh that made sound like a tired old man about to draw his last breath.
In the midst of all the uncertainties, there was one thing that remained clear in my mind, and that was the fact that I needed to see Dahlia as soon as possible.
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**A few days later** Dahlia’s point of view
"I have no idea why I have to attend this crazy event!" my sister complained, without hiding her frustration.
Diana paced back and forth in my hospital room as I watched her from the bed. She had just gotten off a call with our father who delivered news that she had to attend a very important event that would impact his political career along with Anthony. I was imdiately reminded of the ti when Bradon and I went on tour to help my father promote his political campaign for the upcoming election. It felt like such a long ti ago, and looking back, it felt like the tour wasn’t at all bad.
Although I hated almost every single mont of it during the tour when it happened, looking back, there were actually many good mories that I felt quite fond of. Not surprisingly, most of the mories that I could recall had Bradon in them. I felt a slightly heavy feeling in my chest that made feel slightly guilty because I hadn’t figured out a way to see Bradon again.
By that ti, I was already certain that he was intentionally giving Diana and ti alone. Although I appreciated the sentint, I wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to stay away. It also didn’t feel like him to not simply barge in here while demanding to see despite what Diana had to say. I looked at my sister’s distressed face as she continued complaining about going out in the evening to attend an event with father and Anthony, while I thought that Bradon might be staying away because he didn’t want to get into an argunt with Diana.
"You should just go and get it over with," I told my sister passively.
"I don’t want to. I don’t really like the idea of leaving you alone here," Diana said, her brows furrowing into a frown. I knew right away why she was reacting that way. There was only one reason why Diana wouldn’t want to leave alone, and that was because she was scared that I would et up with Bradon or get into contact with him one way or another behind her back while she was away. Although many days had passed, I had failed to convince Diana to let see Bradon, and it felt like we were living our life in an isolated void as ti passed by because we failed to reach any kind of agreent.
–To be continued...
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