I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

Garry and Jimmy were just about to leave the room after looking at Lucian's face for the last time. Their hearts were heavy, their steps slower than ever before. Jimmy could barely contain his rage, while Garry's tears hadn't stopped since they saw their friend lying there, motionless. Just as they turned to exit, they heard footsteps approaching.

It was her the one person they hated the most.

Avey.

She was a beautiful woman, her long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders, but now, she looked nothing like the vibrant person she once was. Her skin was pale, her eyes sunken from exhaustion. Several medical tubes and devices were attached to her frail body, and a nurse supported her as her legs wobbled with each step.

Even in her weakened state, Avey stubbornly pushed forward, her body trembling from the sheer effort of walking.

"Mam, please stop! You just had a heart transplant yesterday. You aren't allowed to walk yet you need to rest!" the nurse said, her voice filled with concern. She had been begging Avey to stop for the last few minutes, but Avey ignored her, forcing herself to keep moving.

"Avey, stop! Please, I'm begging you," a middle-aged man cried out. It was Antonio, Avey's father. His usually sharp and well-groomed appearance was now a mess, his face haggard from sleepless nights. He couldn't understand what his daughter was thinking. She had only woken up an hour ago after the surgery, and here she was, forcing herself to come to this room.

Antonio and his wife, Amilia, had rushed to the hospital the moment they heard the news. When the doctors informed them that Lucian Kane had been the one to donate his heart to their daughter, they were shocked. They couldn't believe it. They had all the money in the world, the power to pull strings in ways most people couldn't imagine yet somehow, Lucian had arranged for Avey to receive his heart.

It was as if he had forced fate itself to give her life at the cost of his own.

Antonio knew the history between Lucian and Avey all too well. He had intervened on more than one occasion, watching Lucian desperately chase after his daughter despite her obvious disinterest. Antonio had slapped Lucian in public several times, hoping to scare him away, but Lucian had always accepted it with a smile, never fighting back.

When Avey woke up after the surgery, she asked who had donated the heart. Her parents exchanged silent looks, unsure of how to break the news. They couldn't lie to her, so they told the truth. Lucian Kane had given up his life for her. He had made the ultimate sacrifice. Avey, still groggy from the surgery, didn't show much emotion, but she insisted on seeing him immediately.

Now, she stood at the doorway of Lucian's room, her face expressionless, but something in her eyes seemed distant, as if she were not fully present. She forced her weakened body forward, determined to see Lucian one last time, despite everyone's protests.

But before she could take another step, a voice rang out, cutting through the tense air like a knife.

"Stop right there! One more step, and I'll put a bullet through your head."

Jimmy had snapped.

He stood there, gun in hand, pointing it directly at Avey with tears streaming down his face. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage and pain that couldn't be contained any longer. He stormed toward Avey, fury in every step.

"Jimmy, stop!" Garry tried to pull him back, but Jimmy was beyond reason. Even though Garry shared the same hatred, he didn't want things to escalate like this. He knew how much Lucian had loved Avey, and no matter what, he didn't want to break Lucian's last wishes.

Avey froze, her legs barely able to support her as she struggled to keep her head up. Her eyes met Jimmy's, and for the first time, she saw something in them she had never seen before pain. Real, raw pain. And it terrified her. Not because of the gun aimed at her, but because if these men, Lucian's best friends, were crying, it could only mean one thing: Lucian was gone.

Her heart or rather, Lucian's heart began to pound in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath her. But her face remained blank, her emotions locked away, hidden behind the fog that clouded her mind. She looked past Jimmy and Garry, desperately searching the room for Lucian, her body trembling as the reality began to set in.

Then she saw him.

Lying on the bed, covered in a white sheet, only his face exposed. The face she had ignored for so long, the face that now lay still, too still, with no trace of breath or life. Avey's mind went blank. Her body went numb. She stared at him, unblinking, unable to process what she was seeing.

Jimmy and Garry reached her, their expressions filled with contempt.

"What do you want now, huh?!" Jimmy shouted, his voice cracking as he let his emotions take over. "Haven't you done enough?!" He didn't care that Avey looked weak, that she had just undergone surgery. All he could see was the woman who had caused his friend so much pain. Garry tried to place a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, attempting to calm him, but he too was struggling to hold back his anger.

Antonio stepped forward, trying to shield his daughter. "Put the gun down, Jameshon. We're only here to pay our respects to Lucian."

Jimmy's rage flared. "Respects? What the hell do you know about respect?! You don't deserve to be here. None of you do. Lucian respected you God knows why but I don't.

If it weren't for him, I would've cut off your hand the first time you laid it on him. Now, step aside, or you'll find out why people fear the name Jameshon."

Antonio felt a wave of sadness wash over him. He had never hated Lucian. In fact, he admired the boy's determination and resilience. But as a father, he couldn't allow Lucian to pursue Avey when she had made it clear she didn't feel the same. Antonio had tried to persuade Lucian to move on, but Lucian never fought back.

He just kept smiling, accepting every rejection with a grace that both frustrated and impressed Antonio.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Lucian," Antonio said, his voice softening. "We're all hurting right now. I didn't want it to come to this."

He reached out to place a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, but Jimmy shoved it away. "I don't need your sympathy. Just leave. He's gone now, so you have no reason to be here. You never appreciated him. She " he gestured toward Avey, "she's the one of biggest reason he's dead.

He spent his whole life loving her, and she never even gave him a second glance. Get the hell out, or I swear I'll break my promise to him."

Avey's eyes, still blank, suddenly focused on Jimmy. Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled as she spoke. "Why... why did you let him do it?"

Jimmy's grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Don't you dare talk to me, you heartless bitch. He died because of you people. He loved you more than anything, and you broke him. You broke him until there was nothing left he was so tired of it do you know how many times he had tried sucide but everytime stopped

A single tear rolled down Avey's cheek, but she didn't sob, didn't cry. It was as if something was blocking her emotions, keeping them locked away. That one tear was all she could manage, a drop of sorrow that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside, somewhere even she didn't understand.

Jimmy saw the tear and laughed bitterly. "Look at that. One tear. That's not your heart crying. Your heart is made of stone. That's his heart crying.

Even after death, he's still feeling the pain you put him through. You'll never understand him. You never could."

Avey's mother, Melody, stepped forward, her face wet with tears. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close, but Avey remained still, her expression unchanging. She couldn't cry. Not for Lucian. Not for herself. The only thing she could feel was the dull ache in her chest the heart that no longer belonged to her.

Jimmy's bitter laughter echoed in the room as he wiped his face, trying to calm himself down. "Lucian gave you everything. His love, his time, and now... even his heart. And you? You're standing there like nothing happened.

You broke him, and now you're using the only thing he had left to give."

Garry remained silent, his gaze locked on the floor. He had nothing more to say. All the words in the world wouldn't change what had happened. Lucian was gone. Avey had his heart, but she didn't deserve it. And now, they were left to pick up the pieces.

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