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Someone like You
Chapter 2 – Secrets Revealed
(EPOV)
I am on my way home, while Bella was still in the hospital. Somebody called me and told me that Bella had passed out in a grocery store. I got so worried about her so I immediately went there to get her and I brought her to the hospital. I'm just getting stuffs that she might need there. Yes, she'll be staying there for a while. I know she hates hospitals, but there was no way that I'm letting her out of that place in her condition.
She didn't tell me.
She didn't tell me that she had cancer. She even asked the doctor to keep it as a secret from us. What the hell was she thinking when she kept that from us? Doctor Perry told me that Bella refused any kind of treatment.
Does she really want to die?
If she just underwent the surgery or the therapies, maybe she could survive the cancer. But now, it's possible that it's on its fourth stage. If it's really on its fourth stage, it would nearly be impossible to cure her and there's not much time left in her life.
Why didn't I notice that there was something wrong with her? Oh yeah, because I was too busy with work and I only spend almost five hours at home.
This was the first time that I got angry on her. She shouldn't have kept that from us. She should've told us, because we would do everything to cure her. Bella was still too young to die. She doesn't deserve to just die like that. She deserves more, she deserves to be happy.
Maybe if I wasn't her husband, she should've had a happy life. I couldn't give her the happiness and love that she deserves. She doesn't deserve someone like me. That was the reason why I spend all day in the hospital every day. I thought that if I spent less time with her, I'll not develop any feelings for her.
But I was wrong.
No matter how much I avoided her, and stayed away from her, I still couldn't keep her off my mind. When I'm thinking of her, I almost forget all my problems, and I never got bored whenever I think of her. Even though I knew that I had feelings for her, I still kept it from her. As I said, she deserves a better man than me.
She was just perfect in every way. She's beautiful, kind, smart, and even though I am shy to admit it, she takes good care of me. Even though I go home late from work, she still cooks dinner for me. She always lectures me about working too much, that it would make me stressed and look older. She's just so amusing when she does that. She handles my things with care, and she'll not touch them without my permission.
I wonder what could've happened if we weren't arranged in a marriage. Would I still develop feelings for her? Would we still be friends? Could I get an opportunity to be with her?
Maybe yes and maybe no. Who knows?
The past was not important now, even though it hadn't been good. Bella needs to be treated as soon as possible. She needs to undergo tests first so the doctors could know what treatment or surgery should be done on her.
When I got in the house, I immediately went to our room and packed some of Bella's clothes and her lady—beauty products, or whatever those creams and gels were.
I was on my way out when I noticed that Bella's art room's door was open. I never had time to go in there. Alice said that Bella was a great artist and if she would just sell her painting she'd surely have lots of money.
I entered the room out of curiosity. I wonder what were the things that she'd painted, and if she's really good. I placed her bag outside when I entered.
When I entered the room, a painting immediately took my attention. It was our wedding picture. It was beautiful and perfectly painted.
I went towards in and I lifted it. I noticed that there was a piece of paper on the back of it. There was a message and I read it.
I painted this picture because we really look like a happy couple on it. Oh, how I wish we really were.
Edward and I have been married for a year now.
Is it normal for couples to treat each other like strangers? Why does he always ignore me? I didn't do anything bad to him. Why does he always treat me as if I'm invisible? Won't he like to try to have a normal relationship? Maybe we could make it work…
I haven't thought that she thought of that thing.
I looked at her other paintings. They all have notes on the back and they were mostly about me.
There's a painting of me and a pregnant Bella. We had beautiful smiles on our faces and it was like we were so in love. I read the note at the back.
I always wanted to have a baby with Edward. I want it to be a boy. I'm sure he would look a lot like Edward; he would be just as handsome as his father. But I know this painting would forever just be a painting...
Today was the day when I realized that I love Edward with all of my heart. I had thought of what I am feeling for so long and I always end up on 'maybe I'm in love with him.' It's just today that I'd accepted that I really had feelings for him. Even though I know that he don't have feelings for me, I don't care. I'd keep loving him and I'd show it to him in every little way that I could. And maybe someday when I have enough courage, I'd say it to him.
She loves me? She really loves me?
I want to be happy, but I couldn't. If I just knew it, I should've told her that I love her too. We should've had enough time together. Not like now that we almost barely had time to be together. We were both in love with each other, but we never had the courage to confess it. We're such cowards. Now too much time was wasted and there's barely time left. Why was fate too cruel to us?
I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but another painting took my attention.
It was an old couple who were lying on a bed. It took me ten seconds before I realized that they were in our room and on our bed. Even though they were already gray, you could still see love and adoration on their faces. The man had my green eyes and the old lady had Bella's beautiful chocolate brown eyes. I turned the painting and I read the note on the back.
Today the doctors told me that I have a brain cancer. I am really scared. I don't want to die yet, and I still have so many things that I'd like to do in my life.
I have decided that I would just keep it to myself. I don't want to be a burden to my family. They were happy, and I don't want to be the cause of their sadness. I don't want them to treat me like I'd break at any time. I want to have a normal life as possible.
So, I painted this painting because this was how I wanted to die. I want to die in the arms of the man that I love, not on a hospital bed. Before I die, I want to talk about the happy experiences together. We would cry not because we're about to die, but because we would be happy and peaceful when we die. We would laugh and celebrate because we had a beautiful lifetime together.
After reading, I carefully placed back the painting on its place. I didn't even bother to wipe the tears that had fallen on my cheeks. I grabbed Bella's bag and I immediately went to my car. I drove past the speed limit. I need to go to Bella now. I really need to tell her that I love her. I would ask the doctors to cure her so that she could live longer, and I'll make sure that we would live a happy lifetime together, just like what she wants.
So what do you think?
Will Bella live longer? Will she still refuse to be treated?
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-ishi :)
