Another Chance : 22012015

Chapter 1: "I Don't Want Them To Be The Last Words."

The room was dark with the only visible light coming from a small table lamp and inside the room; he was just sitting there by his desk. With an emotionless face, his hand gripped tightly on the rim of the glass of brandy as he pressed it closely by his lip. There was no sign of any emotions in his face or any hints as to what was going on his head, as instead what can be seen were the signs of sorrow and traces of guilt from his eyes.

No longer wanting to say anything, hear anything or even dwell further more, he threw the glass of brandy in one swift action. He wanted desperately for the strong intense alcohol to down his own conscious and to drown both the pain and remorse that is silently consuming him.

But luck wasn't on his side as he was still far from being drunk, his hand stretched out to reach for the bottle to pour himself another glass when a firm but yet filled with concern voice stopped him, "it's enough dad." Gradually raising his head up toward the direction of the voice, their eyes met for a few seconds and despite he didn't pour himself another drink, his hand was still lingering and resting on the bottle longingly.

Daniel hesitated before warning softly, "don't drink anymore."

Conrad Grayson rested a smirk on his face as he ignored the words of his son and resumed in pouring himself another glass. Feeling the penetrating glare that he was receiving, he only reasoned calmly before pouring the burning liquid down his throat, "one glass will not make me forget the things that I don't want to remember nevertheless if another glass can then why not?"

His father's words lingered in his ear as he sauntered a step forward, "dad what had happen was an accident, it was not your fault" Daniel expressed with sympathy before reaffirming both himself and his father again, "it is not your fault."

Pouring another glass of brandy, he held the cup by his two fingers on the rim as he gazed at the liquid, avoiding the compassion gaze of his son. His son words only resulted in a cynical chuckle from him as he focused his attention on the liquid, unwilling to show the weakness to his son, unwilling to show the tears that are swelling in his eyes, waiting to be release.

"It's not my fault, how can it be not my fault? It is my fault, no matter which angle you look at this situation from. Whether it is indirectly or directly, it is still all m fault" Conrad expressed in a tone filled with mixture of guilt and pain that Daniel immediately detected causing him to hurried up to his father.

Slamming both hands on the desk firmly, Daniel stared at his father's eyes penetratingly, "dad listen to me, what had happen to mum is not your fault. It is an accident, no one can have predict that it will occur" he stated in a definite voice, hoping to put some senses to his father whom only placed down the glass that he was holding and rested a hand on his forehead tiredly as he allowed his eyes to close in defeat.

Watching the tiredness that was written on across him, he softened his gaze at his father and there was a brief silence between the two of them before he finally asked gently, "how is she?"

Inevitably, Daniel released a sigh from his pressed lips "Charlotte is accompany her right now" he declared adding in with a hesitate, "she is still the same."

Nodding his head sadly as he accepted and processed the news, Conrad reached out for his keys as he stood up from his seat and grabbing his jacket that was resting behind the chair. Daniel didn't say a word but his eyes followed his father's movement as he held out his hand before questioning despite himself was certain of the answer, "where are you going?"

"I'm going to the hospital," he answered simply and shaking his head in disagreement, "no you are not dad. You had just came back from the hospital two hours ago, you need to have some rest" Daniel protested as he gripped his hand on Conrad's shoulder, stopping him from leaving.

Turning to look at his son directly for the first time in the night, "whether I go to the hospital or not. I will still not be able to get any rest or any sleep tonight" Conrad expressed before patting Daniel's arm as he sauntered pass him and headed out of the room.

Daniel twitched his head behind as he watched the figure of his father leaving from his sight. A sigh once again released from his lip as he used a hand and ruffled his hair before closing his eyes tiredly.

The image of his own mother, the image of the woman that had always showered him with love and protecting him in every way she can despite something it is over the line or is wrong. Deep down in Daniel, he knew that his mother can be ruthless, can be cruel and callous but yet what she had done was all for him and all for his good intention.

Gradually, a drip of tear dropped down from his eyes as he covered his mouth with his hand hoping to stop himself from further crying as he knew that a time like this, at this circumstance and this situation, he have to be strong for himself, for his sister, for his father and for his mother.

Scrunching his nose at the smell of the strong medicines and bleach as he strolled down the wide and yet isolated corridor of the hospital. His feet stopped in front of a particular room as he reached out to rest his hand on the silver doorknob.

He didn't push open the door instead he just stopped, he hesitated whether to continue to proceed inside the room or not to. He wanted to see her but yet he also couldn't bear the sight or the vision of her lying on the bed motionlessly. He couldn't endure the guilt and pain that is waiting to swallow him.

Finally, he twisted the doorknob and gives it a gentle push. His gaze at once rested on her as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Daddy" Charlotte cried out as she looked up at her father with tears streaming down from her eyes onto her cheek. Standing up from the spot that was beside her mother, Charlotte rushed up to her father and wrapped her hands around him.

Wailing in her father's embrace, "daddy" she sobbed as she clutched onto him tightly. For the first time averting his eyes away from the woman that was lying there and toward his beloved daughter, Conrad wrapped back his hand around her as he pulled her closely to him. Kissing her warmly on a side of her head, "it's okay sweetheart. It will be okay" he assured to both her and himself.

Pulling away from the embrace, "I'm scare. I'm really scare that mother will not make it through" she confessed honestly with traces of fear in her voice as she gazed at her through the blurred vision.

Bobbing his head understandingly, he only rested a hand on her arm soothingly while he used his another hand to wipe away the tears carefully, "it will be okay. Your mother will be fine. You and I, we both that know she is strong woman. She will not be willing to part away from either you or Daniel. She will wake up, I know she will" he assured her as he squeezed his grip on her tighter to which Charlotte responded back with a nod, "I just want nothing more but for her to wake up. I have said so many hurtful things to her that I don't want them to be the last words."

Pressing his teeth on the skin of his lip, he bites it hard preventing himself from allowing a single tear to slide, "she will be fine. Charlotte, you need to look after yourself. Go home and take a rest," he instructed her in a concern tone.

Obediently and complying to her father's word, she twirled around to glance at her mother for one last time while Conrad stepped forward as he planted his lip on her head, "go home sweetheart" he urged her lovingly and Charlotte only nodded before turning her attention toward the door as she left the room, leaving her parent inside the room by themselves.

Waiting for the door to be close with a click, he glanced at the air where Charlotte was previously standing before looking at her. Gazing at her calm and tranquil face, Conrad couldn't help but surprised how peaceful she looks. When has it since he saw her so peaceful? He didn't know, as he couldn't remember the last time, he saw her looking so peaceful like this. But this sight of her being so calm and so peaceful had caused his heart to stung a bit as he pondered to himself quietly, is it that she is always so tense and alert to every situation or is she only alert and tense to him?

Not wanting or willing to dwell on this matter any longer, he shook his head to pull himself back from the thought as he sat down on the empty chair that was beside her bed. He unconsciously reached out for her hand, grabbing her hand with his both hands.

His eyes lingered and lay on her, "Victoria I'm sorry" he apologized in a heartfelt tone as once again, his tear dropped down. Ignoring the tears that were waiting to be release, his hand stretched out to caress her pale but yet beautiful face. He misses her, he misses the time where she will genuinely smile toward him, revealing her dimples. He misses the time where they where both happy in their marriage before David Clarke come to the scene

"I would have done anything to make you happy. I would have done anything to keep you by my side" he declared openly for the first time in a while as he found himself never able to truly express his own intention or to express himself when Victoria is around him. Maybe it was the fear of rejection or the fear of reality that had stopped him from always opening up or being honest to Victoria.

Seeing how she was motionless, seeing how he was not receiving any response from her, the emotions of guilt was growing inside him. The condition that she was in now, apart from himself who else can he blames? Even if he wasn't the one that had pushed her down the stairs, it was still his fault that she had fall.

Conrad had never wanted or intended for her to get hurt, he had never wanted this outcome. With the heavy weight of the guilt pushing him down, he raised her hand up to his lip as he kissed her fingers tenderly before allowing their wedding ring that was on one of her finger to catch his focus.

Their wedding ring was custom made one; it was a gorgeous ring with a stunning 3-carat diamond set in an 18c white gold band. The style of the ring was simple but yet it was also a beautiful design. However even if it was beautiful and stunning ring, it doesn't seem to fit her. On her thin fingers, the ring seemingly appears to be crashing down on her, weighting her down. It appears to be too heavy and yet too much.

With doubts and uncertainty, Conrad finally made one of the hardest decisions as he slid the ring off easily away from her finger. With only a push, the ring slid off appearing as if it was never meant for her, never meant to fit her. His two fingers clasped strongly on the ring as he clutched it into a fist and placed it by his chest.

A sigh escaped from his lip as he placed her hand back to her own side and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. His lip remained in same position for a brief moment before he able to pull away, "wake up soon sweetheart" he whispered before turning toward the door.

Intending to leave the room, he stopped in the doorway as his hand grabbed onto the knob and he only spun back once again. To look at her once more was all enough before he was able and willing to turn back and leave the room, closing the door behind him as he go.

Author's Note

It is actually my first time writing a fanfic from a television series so i do apologise if the characters does seem a bit out of their character and i do apologize if it is boring.

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