Chapter 263: When the Past Returns
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Zinnia’s chest tightened, and her mind raced, trying to catch up with what Jas had just said. She opened her mouth to speak, but the weight of his confession rooted her in place.
Her heart fluttered and twisted painfully, and, for a fleeting mont, the mory of another night ca rushing back.
It was Jas’s birthday, just after their college graduation. He had invited her to celebrate on a yacht. She rembered how the air was crisp with the scent of the ocean, the stars glittered above like scattered diamonds, and the soft sound of waves lapping against the boat created an intimate backdrop.
But what stood out most vividly wasn’t the celebration itself. It was the setup she hadn’t expected—a romantic dinner on the yacht’s deck. She had been seated in front of an elegantly set table, adorned with soft fairy lights and delicate arrangents of flowers. The gentle breeze carried the faint notes of a romantic lody playing in the background. Everything about the scene was enchanting.
It wasn’t until Jas rose from his chair and walked over to her, his expression uncharacteristically serious, that she realized this was finally the mont she had been waiting for—his confession at last.
"Zinnia," he had said, his voice slightly trembling but full of intent. He knelt on one knee before her, holding a small velvet box in his hands. When he opened it, the soft glow of the fairy lights reflected off a delicate silver necklace with a single, brilliant star-shaped pendant.
Her breath had caught in her throat as he continued, "There’s sothing I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long ti. Tonight, under these stars—"
But before he could finish, the yacht shuddered violently, throwing everyone off balance. A massive wave crashed over the deck, the force of it sending them scrambling for safety. Chaos erupted. The once-romantic evening turned into a nightmare as the boat was tossed around rcilessly. She rembered the cold, unforgiving ocean swallowing her whole as screams filled the air.
And ever since then, Jas was nowhere to be found. He had vanished, leaving behind only the haunting mory of that unfinished mont.
Now, standing in the hospital garden with Jas before her, Zinnia felt a cruel twist of fate. How ironic, she thought bitterly. She had waited so long for him to finish what he started that night. She had clung to the hope of hearing those words, imagining how different her life would have been if things had gone as planned.
But this? This wasn’t the scene she had pictured. There were no fairy lights, no romantic lodies, and no necklace sparkling under the stars. Instead, the air was heavy with the weight of years lost, of emotions tangled and fractured by ti.
"Jas," she finally managed, her voice trembling as she tried to push the past aside, "I... I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting this."
"I know," he replied softly, his dark eyes unwavering as they held hers. "I’m not asking you to decide right now. I just needed you to know how I feel. I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore."
Zinnia looked away, her gaze falling to the neatly trimd hedges illuminated by the soft glow of garden lights. Her heart ached, torn between the mories of the man Jas had been and the life she had now. Samuel’s face flashed in her mind—the way his jaw tightened when he was deep in thought, the fleeting vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.
"Jas," she said, her voice firr now despite the storm of emotions within her, "I appreciate your honesty. I do. And you’re an amazing person. But... my heart is so tangled right now. With everything happening—with my dad, with Samuel—I can’t even think straight. I don’t want to hurt you by giving you false hope."
Jas held her gaze for a mont longer, then gave a small, understanding nod. "I get it," he said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of sadness. "But I want you to know I’m here for you, no matter what. Even if it’s just as a friend."
Her chest tightened at the sincerity in his words. "Thank you, Jas. That ans a lot to ."
As they stood there in the quiet night, a faint rustling sound drew Jas’s attention. His eyes flicked to a shadow moving near the edge of the garden. For a brief mont, he saw the silhouette of a man lingering in the darkness, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
He frowned slightly, a protective instinct stirring within him. But he chose not to ntion it to Zinnia, not wanting to add to her already heavy burden.
"Zinnia," he said after a mont, his voice gentle, "you should go back inside. Your mom will wonder where you are."
She nodded, offering him a faint smile. "Yeah. And thank you—for everything."
As they walked back toward the hospital, Zinnia couldn’t help but steal a glance at Jas. His shoulders were set, his expression calm, but she could sense the weight of what he had just shared.
The days that followed were a blur of mixed emotions, a tangled knot of conflicting feelings Zinnia couldn’t seem to untangle. Her heart felt heavy, worn down by the weight of it all—Jas’s return, the unresolved past, and the storm brewing inside her over Samuel.
As days passed, the focus shifted to her father, Ricardo. After weeks of delicate recovery, he was finally stable, his strength gradually returning. The doctors were pleased with his progress, and the hospital room, once filled with hushed tension, now humd with the quiet optimism of recovery. Zinnia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was a relief she hadn’t realized she desperately needed until that mont.
But that relief was short-lived, replaced by the looming decision she had to make—one that tugged at her like an invisible thread. The ti had co for her to return ho.
As the day drew closer for her departure, Zinnia found herself pacing in her apartnt, her thoughts once again consud by Samuel. She hadn’t seen him in weeks, and the ache in her chest had only grown stronger. She could almost feel the pull of his presence, the intensity of his gaze when he was near.
"I’m finally going to see you again. I hope you’re doing fine, Sam," she murmured.
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