-Love to Lose-
~Dedicated to dearest Serena, one of my favorite guest reviewers!
(Italics are Flashbacks; Includes mild adult themes/scenes)
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Hilary stood in front of Tyson's house, staring at it's beautiful and majestic exterior that was once designed by her. She looked around. Years back, she would be here daily amongst lot of construction workers, guiding them and proposing her new designs and plans. She could reminisce everything. . .
Sixteen years old she was. Always wore the shortest skirt in the class with her trademark black and grey jacket during sports periods. Silver ear studs always bedecked her upper ear, and nails were painted in black. She was the girl with indescribable beauty and pride. To her own surprise, Tyson Granger was her first ever true interest.
She looked at the main gate that was left open. She walked in through the large garden's expanse, looking around.
As she walked along with girls into the guys-filled basketball play court, her face was wickedly lowered in her hoodie. Tyson smirked seeing her. This was Boys VS Girls match. And Hilary wasn't going to back off from winning just because Tyson was her boyfriend. She walked right past him and he left no chance of missing her amusingly watching from head to toe. He was clad in red shorts and black summer sweat shirt, his hair tied into a fleek bun with playful bangs bedecking his forehead.
His scent roamed along the fresh roses' fragrance embellishing the sunset winds. She still remembers his scent, even after years of separation. For a moment, she felt as if Tyson was right behind her. She gasped to quickly turn and look if he's really there.
He watched her as she unzipped her jacket and shoved it over counter. The match started and she began chasing the ball that Tyson was bouncing down quickly and away from girls.
"Tyson, ball?" She simpered as they collided. He lovingly forfeited the ball into her arms with a whipped smirk. The boys' gang glared at him. Triumphantly getting the ball, she bounced it vigorously and threw it into the basket net hanging above. Girls tumultuously clapped for their victory. Much to boys' displeasure, Tyson clapped for her too.
Hilary smiled bitterly reminiscing, looking at the locked door of the house.
Rest of the match went with Tyson surrendering the ball to Hilary each time she asked flamboyantly and eventually the girls won. He sweatdropped as boys' were teasing him to no ends after the match. She blushed surreptitiously at their comments.
Hilary knocked at the door, wondering where Tyson was. 'Wasn't he home?' After rapping the door for some more time, she gave up. She had come here to talk about Simone and sort this matter out. She wasn't going to back off no matter what unfolds. Even if she was dead in his life, she didn't care. She wanted Simone and she was ready to go all depths for it.
It was a field of dandelions, sunshine dancing divinely on her white crop top summer dress. Her hair was elegantly splayed open as she sashayed and ambled across the lonely field. Here she was, singing her favorite song, wishing upon every dandelion for Tyson to be hers.
"Maybe it's the way you say my name
Maybe it's the way you play your game
But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you
But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you,"
Baby blue sky was engulfed in cottony white clouds, sending afternoon winds to rustle across her as she serenaded for him and smiled thinking of him,
"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine,"
Spinning on her pointed high heels, she threw her arms, facing the sky and breathing ecstatically. Nascent love was ethereal. Divinity was the term she used in heart with the feeling she got with him.
"Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time"
Tenderly holding the branch of dandelion, she wished for him, kissing it gently and blowing it.
"I think that you are the one for me
'Cause it gets so hard to breathe
When you're looking at me
I've never felt so alive and free
When you're looking at me
I've never felt so happy."
Amber- pink colored hues of skies ravished above her, butterflies surrounding and dancing. It was her private time: time of her silent ecstasy to dote on her lover.
She took out her phone, rolled her eyes as she dialed to Tyson to ask him where he was. Her heart beat grew faster as the phone rang. He didn't pick.
"Blocked me, didn't you?" She dryly said to herself, sighing and tugging her phone in her purse.
"I'm not here without brains," she took out a pair of keys and smirked as she successfully unlocked the door. Light beige colored tiles were before her. The hall was large and wide just like she had wanted. Big chandeliers, coffered ceiling, central sofa and couches in pairs along the large glass wall lined up.
'It's the same?'
"Babe, this is your house first, then mine." Tyson said wrapping his arms around hers as both of them got intimate, sharing the warm closure of each other on a pair of couches.
"This is our house. We'll stay here forever, till you get old and grey," she kissed him on cheek, and pulled back, staring back at him as he did the same, smiling to no ends.
"You work too much. Should take some rest," she nuzzled on his nose. He sighed and pulled her closer. She took the opportunity to hug him to her heart's content, "I'm working for you. Whatever is mine is yours. If I can, I'll built a palace for you. You love them, don't you Himmy?"
"I love you more. This home is enough," she smirked, "Fantasy palaces are hard to build. We can't afford them."
"You just tell me, I'll build one such even on moon." He said cockily and kissed her head.
"Good for you. Nice joke." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey I'll earn so much one day!" He bragged, "I'll be the richest man of the world. Only for ya, love." He cuddled against her while she simpered sweetly.
Her eyes almost welled as she recalled him and their moments looking at the couches. She could distinctly still figure out the fragrance of his cologne and sweaty worn shirts. She tried to ignore the feeling as some regretful feelings recuperated.
She quickly ran upstairs to find Simone. Finding teddy bear pictures decorating on one door, she reached for it and opened the door. Her feet trembled and tears formed in her eyes, watching her daughter sleeping so peacefully. Contended and grateful smiles beamed on her lips. Her lips shivered in fears. She dragged her feet towards the beret and crouched to look at her daughter,
"Simone... my sweetheart." She whispered and more and more tears flowed down when she kissed her on forehead. She pulled back, preventing her tears falling on Simone and disturbing her sleep and suddenly scaring her. She took out her phone and clicked so many pictures of her. 'Don't know when I'd be able to see you next time, darling. Momma can't even meet you.'
She looked at Simone at her heart's content fully. She took into the details that Simone's hair was copy of Tyson, plus that shape of lips, just Tyson! She remembered that her eyes were like hers, mix of major ruby and auburn. She looked into the room's ambience. A pink colored beyblade lied on the side table, "Just like her dad, a champion baby girl already." Hilary smiled. There were few drawing books on the desk.
"Beautiful... she has colored all of them so carefully." Hilary pecked the drawings.
There was a small notebook aside. As she opened it, she could recognize the hastily written words of Tyson's handwriting-
'Today's regimen:
Take Simone to garden at nights.
Keep her AWAY from Hilary (Impt*)
Bring chocolates, only round ones tomorrow.
Buy newer shoes for Simone.
Keep her reminding every night that her mom was a horrible person and died years back.
Ask Fae once again if I'm lagging anywhere.
Take her to Max's house at weekend.
Ask Kenny about birthday preparations of next month.
Take an appointment next week at doctor if I get time.'
Hilary glared reading his list, almost wanting to tear it right away. 'But why hospital? Is Simone sick?' Hilary glanced at the sleeping kid concernedly, 'It doesn't sound so. Maybe Tyson's got a high fever after knowing I'm back.' She jeered.
She ignored her cryptic thoughts and walked towards Simone, smiling looking at how cutely she was wrapped in the comfort, and a grin overtaking her in her sleep. "Aww, my baby girl is so charming." She simpered gladly and caressed her head. Sitting for few more minutes near Simone, she just wished if Simone could have been with her, just so she could feel how daughters are and to express her motherly affection.
"Just because you don't know me now wouldn't mean we'll never know each other."
Hilary got up as her heart got filled up with overwhelming anxiety. In this moment of closure, she still couldn't even tell her daughter who she's even.
She closed the door after walking out. As she looked around in the expanse leading to so many rooms, she found his bedroom, carelessly unlocked as usual. She bitterly smiled and walked in, taking in numbly the expiation surfacing so fastly. An eerie and uncanny feeling surrounded her. Suddenly she felt she was in lonely darkness. Blinking she broke from her trance. His room was very usual like him, little untidy and messed up. Laptop on bed, beyblade on the desk, nightwears splayed over the floor and closet, random accessories here and there. She traipsed inside more, simply gazing here and there. Aimlessly, she simply began rummaging his room. Her instincts said she should do this. She groped over his clothes in wardrobe, checking if he was wearing the same shirts, if there were condoms still in his desk, if he left his laptop unswitched still. . . Sighing, she flopped on bed, her hands resting on some papers' files.
"What's this now?" She rolled her eyes, lifting the sheets to glance at them.
'Tyson Granger, 27, diagnosed with malignant pulmonary carcinoma. Grading: stage 2. Medications: Hydro-chloroquine, Methotrexate.'
Her teeth clattered in utter shock and stupor. She exhaled loudly in anxiety and stood up, gawking at the papers again just to confirm if she wasn't dreaming. She mouth-palmed and the papers dropped down.
"T...Tyson." her heart clenched for a moment.
"I'm so tired today Hilary. So much..." he said as every inch of his body ached after working straight nonstop for last 15 hours.
"C'mon, just for little time more. Stay up for me. I haven't said you anything yet about the design plan for our new house," she smiled and reclined over the pillows near the headboard. Tyson tiredly lied down, unable to open his eyes anymore. He just strenuously ate his dinner and now wanted to soundly sleep. Hilary had prepared so many dishes for him but as his extreme tiredness deterred even his appetite, he quickly ate up roughly half of his stomach and rushed to bed.
"Okay...say." he sighed weakly, smiling softly to listen to her.
Hilary shook her head, trying to quell down herself. She began to leave his room when she stumbled upon a small book. Groaning, she picked it. It was an album, of pictures of their marriage and anniversary. As her eyes laid on them, she could feel all the moments back once more. They came flooding back enormously even more, seeming to mentally time travel her.
"I'm glad you're happy with this task. I'm sure our new house will be very cool, Hils." He yawned loudly, closing the bed lamp, "Good night." He covered himself in blanket, yearning nothing but to just sleep now.
"So soon?" Hilary smirked, hovering over him suddenly, and displacing the blanket.
"What's up now?" He groaned. Her hands seductively cupped his face.
"You. And me." She winked and unbuttoned his loose shirt. His eyes watered due to sleepiness, "Not now, please." He implored,
"C'mon, we've been away for the entire day, didn't you miss me?" She pouted,
"Of course I did." He held her hands. She was slumped upon him as he lied on his back. "But I'm very dead tired now. I love you. Is sex important?"
"Yes it is! It's a way of expressing love." she snidely said, "I thought you were excited but honestly you've transformed into a boring man now, Tyson. What's wrong?"
He was irked now, just wanting to yell at her to shut up and sleep and allow him to sleep as well. But rather he smiled, "Okay, fine. Let's just do what you want. Happy?" He said begrudgingly with a big forced smile. She happily nodded. He achingly lifted his body and pinned her down on the duvet, smiling heedlessly and jadedly looking at her brightly lit face.
Hilary fetched a glass of water to calm herself down. Her subconscious was giving her oceans of guilt and down casted aura. "What was wrong with me..."
As he absentmindedly yet gently continued their session, she was enjoying every bit of it in pure blossoming euphoria.
"Ah," she moaned lustfully as he pecked on her thighs, dragging her tracks downwards slowly and slowly. Suddenly he stopped and badly coughed, spurting out sputum and grabbing tissues; retreating from their intimate position.
"Are you okay?" She asked confusedly.
"Yeah I'm fine," he smiled, appeasing her and pushing her back on bed. He threw the tissues in the bin. She was relaxed. His entire chest was shooting in throes of pain as his breathing revved up. As he got them nude under covers, his pupils were dilated out of intense sleep. Yet softly kissing her on bosom, he parted her legs gently and merged his body into hers. Once there was a time, he would have been aroused, driven and ecstatic while making out, moaning ostentatiously and teasing each other in pleasures. And now, her voices irked his ears. She was getting hard on him. Exasperated and mentally frustrated, he thrusted deeper into her wet entrance. Her pelvic walls clenched and she winced and almost screamed. He quickly retreated, "Are you okay?" He panicked. She chuckled, "I was just enjoying it. What's wrong?"
"I thought you were hurt!" He puckered in incredulity.
"I'm completely okay. I guess you are tired Tyson." She sighed, unsatisfied. "Sleep now, you've been slacking so much sweetheart,"
He ignored her words and turned to hopefully finally sleep, not even bothering to wear a piece of cloth back.
She kept back the album in place. She quickly took the reports and once again checked the date of it. 'He was diagnosed three years back itself! And I didn't even know it, God!' She pondered. She remembered now. He was diagnosed at the same time when she was pregnant and didn't have a pretty good relation with him. She argued and disliked him. She bickered and vexed him a lot. Probably that was the reason why he didn't say her. Was he so hurt by her?
A tear slid down her cheek.
"Hilary, please just listen to me once?" Tyson sat at her feet on floor helplessly and held her knees. She clutched the duvet of the bed on which she was sitting, rolling her eyes and looking away from him to her side,
"Just say, I'm listening. I don't have forever." She snapped rudely.
He gulped in calmly, trying to ignore his scrunched up heart, downtrodden and broke already, "We were meant to be for forever but, Himmy." He smiled in maudlin. She spared an irritated look to him.
"What do you want?" She frowned,
He sighed and caressed her pregnant belly, "Hils, we are going to be parents in few months! Aren't you excited?" He said fervently and earnestly, "Haven't you thought to discuss with me what names we would keep for her?" He clasped her hands which weren't excited to be held by his, "Didn't it occur to you that this is a good opportunity for us to just forget and forgive each other of our misunderstandings since past few months? Let's just forget whatever we did. I was wrong sometimes, you were not good sometimes but that's just a part of life. Let's just move on and absolve each other. C'mon Hils, please." He looked into her eyes almost begging. He knew Hilary was dating Kai. But since she was lying to him, he didn't want to suddenly blame and surprise her with accuses.
He wanted her heart to change- Change towards him.
He wanted her through his love, to make her ownself realize that she was wrong and being so indignant to him. She didn't have to tell him that what she's done. All he wanted her to do is just forget and leave Kai. Even at this point, he was silently ready to forgive her.
But she was too blinded and had become utterly mean at this point- too drunken to cheat him without remorse.
"Say something Hils," he mumbled, still clinging onto the rope of hope. Hilary boringly looked at him,
"I don't know what's wrong with you Tyson. I'm okay and we are just the same. You were busy once upon a time and now I'm busy. My new job is too grueling," she said unceremoniously.
Tyson was quiet, simply staring at her up wordlessly with forlorn look, "Okay." He slightly sniffled; maybe there was some cold fluid in his nose. "One last thing- promise I won't bother you. I'll be happy as you do. Just one thing though, and please for God's sake, be honest?" He pleaded.
She kindly nodded, trying not to look irritated.
"Do you still love me the same?" He straightly met her eyes, "Will... will you leave me Hils?"
She was little startled by this. Pressing her lips into a little scowl, she got up on her feet and walked to the desk, "Of course I love you," she rolled her eyes, "You have gone crazy Tys. Go, get some sleep. You've wanted it all ever since months," she chuckled, "Just take some rest. I'll be little late today at night." She wore her sandals, dismissing his shocked and tattered look on face, ignoring that he didn't move an inch from the floor where her feet where just now.
Her phone rung and she excitedly picked the call after seeing the name of the caller. Even her sense of betrayal was not rude, but savage.
She wiped a sweaty palm over her nerve-racking forehead, feeling frightened and quailed about the reveries she was having continually. She couldn't believe how impudent and impertinent she has been and it was now she was realizing it. She kept back the reports on the bed's edge and exhaled out tremulously, trying to be confident and cool.
'I've to leave this place before Tyson arrives here,' she starts leaving taking a final look at the ambiance. There were two potted hydrangeas at old table. 'He still has them?' she strutted near the half dying hydrangeas. However they were still vibrant and beautiful. A small smile crept on her lips.
"No I think I am right now allergic to those hydrangeas, Tysie," Hilary quivered. Her nose quaked a couple of times before she threw out few sneezes in her handkerchief.
"Here, take some tissues, just throw away that cloth okay?" he snatched her handkerchief and stuffed tissues over her flowing nose. She slumped against the heap of pillows in front of headboard, "I hate fever," she mumbled, her eyelids heavily shutting down.
"I don't love it either," he smirked as he gave her a glass of water and a tablet, "C'mon gulp it down, brave girl." He smiled courageously at her. She rolled her eyes, slightly amused. "By the way it's not hydrangeas, Hils. Don't blame those innocent flowers." He protested quietly,
She glared at him daringly, "Hmph,"
"One pot for you, one for me- That's what I thought when I bought it," he caressed her cheek, "So stop complaining. Hydrangeas are innocent. You're allergic because you were at construction site these days for too long and often."
"Oh-kay!" she tittered,
He smiled and walked down the kitchen to get some hot soup for her. When he returned, he was confused to see her apprehensive and nervous for a second.
"What's up?" he placed the bowl over the side-table.
"I just threw up. I need to change," she feebly mumbled, giddiness taking her over. Tyson nauseously gulped in. He looked at the stained top of hers and sympathized. She was so fragile and exhausted. He sighed and helped her change her top and cleaned her with a wet towel and deodorant while she didn't move even an inch.
She felt embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I just…umm,"
"It's okay Himmy, just get well soon." He adjusted her pillows and pushed her down to lay back to sleep, "Now just dose off." He winked cheerfully to quell her embarrassment and switched off the lights, "I'm not going to BBA tomorrow nor anytime till you get okay,"
She was surprised, "Really?"
"Yep," he rubbed his index finger over the nose bridge and sheepishly grinned, "Just because you need me,"
She reached for her closet and checked out. There were few clothes of hers still deserted just like she had left; untouched and unmoved. 'I thought he might have burned or discarded them.' She spotted the same top she wore it that night when she threw up. She remembered he'd washed it and dried, later she had just tossed it into her closet and procrastinated to press it later. And here it was- same and still.
There were other jeans and tracks and few hairbands, there was some dust deposited on them but it wasn't grim. Hilary looked at the window. It was past sunset now and the sky was becoming orange and punch pink, blending into hazy blue clouded sky.
'I must leave now. He might return now. It won't be good if he finds me here.' She walked out from the closet, 'I think I've to find him out and talk to him once sternly about Simone.' She gingerly thought though she herself found it hard to believe that after all what she had done, he would even listen to her amends or protests.
'Maybe I could keep Simone for a month with me and a month with him and rotate that cycle; it would do justice to all of us this way,' her skittish motherly instincts said her.
"But would he agree?" she mumbled to herself. She examined her own attire. She was wearing a beige and black colored wrap top; short flutter-sleeved and the hem reaching just below her waist. Tight black jeans accentuated her curves and hips. She was always conscious of how she looked before him, and that feeling was still afresh when she was in their apparent bedroom now. He used to tease her but said that what she wore and dressed wasn't important to him and that he liked her however she was and whatever she dressed in,
"Damn Hilary, you're getting wrong," he aridly chuckled, "You look good in just anything. I will never complain about your sense of clothing and make-over," he exhaustedly lied down on bed, checking for cigarettes in the drawer,
"Then why are we not going out!" she hollered and threw her hands in air, standing at the dressing table, clad in midnight blue princess gown. Her large kite-shaped rose-gold earrings swayed flamboyantly along with few bangs of her loosely tied pretty bun as she furiously slammed the table, "Tyson please! It's Max's son's birthday and I told you last week that we'll be going! Now why are you backing off? I was waiting for you since last hours!"
He sighed and elbowed on bed as he struggled to get up, "Hils, you didn't remind me in the morning nor you told me on the call-"
She yelled back at his weak protests, "I thought you remembered you lazy asshole, douchebag!"
He squinted and narrowly glared at her fake glassy eyes, "Oh really?"
"We are going!" she hissed, "And you get your arse up from there bloody right now and get ready in no time, I'm pressing your tux from there,"
He gave up and furiously sighed, "Hils I'm tired and heavily jetlagged! I can't move an inch from here. I expected a good massage from you here while returning," he badly coughed and then snarled again, "And you are telling me to drive all that way and present myself to another loud-chorused party!" he grumped, irritated to no ends, "I would have happily taken you to any corner of the world but right now my body is shooting in pain and each cell of me is fucked up tired, so just PLEASE! Please just remove off that dress now and wear your regulars and PEACEFULLY sleep. You get it?"
She glowered at him and then grimaced, "No I don't get it. It's not any corner of the world, for God's sakes, it's our Maxie's son's birthday, and I was so much happy from so long that we will be going Tyson. . It's just a matter of few hours. You rest for the entire night then after we return,"
"I'm sure even Maxie wouldn't perturb me this much and rather understand if I tell him that I can't come," Tyson said flippantly, absolutely jaded of this argument.
Hilary seethed and then snarled at him, "You're so uncaring and freaking lazy!"
"I wish you could understand how much lazy I was since the entire day then, Hilary." He was very disappointed but he ignored her selfish laments and he got up and fetched some painkillers from the shelf and gulped them with water. Hilary furiously took off her precious earrings and snapped them on the floor.
Tyson astonishingly looked at the snapping sound of the earrings breaking into pieces. He glared at her unbelievably. He had brought them for her on her birthday and they were so expensive and she just threw them like that! His blood boiled and he looked savage and angrily at her, gritting his teeth.
Just because he didn't want to create a new drama and an eventful night of arguments and fighting, he kept quiet and just turned off the lights and slept, trying to mumble his loud coughs which she didn't even care about. All he could say was, "You are freaking and unreliably so selfish."
Now she realized why he was coughing those days so persistently. She unbelievably gasped at her own stupidly and clueless attitude. As for now, her mind was still battling to understand and conclude if he was right or if he should have still taken her out at Max's place. She wanted to absolve herself and therefore accepting mistakes of her own was against her ego, darn it.
She clutched her hair and gawked at the floor, absolutely confused and feeling the tides of guilt coming up savagely.
"NO!" she screamed and busted out from his room, unable to take anymore. As she darted across the stairs sobbing hysterically, she crashed against him on the mid-staircase, and almost tripped. He caught her by waist and clutched her shoulder to balance her.
In the fragile and depth of moment of silence and proximity, their quietude was heavy and burdensome. Yet she was quiet, and yet he was patient. He confusedly looked into her teary large ruby eyes radiating the shine; the shine of guilt so lucidly opened up. One of her hands was gripping his shirtfront and the other the railing.
Once she recovered and left him to properly stand back, he pushed her away harshly, "What are you doing here?" he hollered at her face, looking bitterly and thunderously furious as if he was planning to lock her in a room and whip her his heart out and die peacefully.
She was nervous for some time looking at him this insanely angry at her. But then, she composed back and blurted out, "To meet my rightful daughter!"
"R-Rightful?" he mocked and laughed, "How so? I stole that right from you long back. How can you claim her now?" he jeered. Hilary was little taken aback; he was so much filled with hate for her. She never imagined that he would hate her literally like this.
"How," she indignantly shook her head and gasped, "Tyson!" she shook his shoulders, "I've kept her in my womb for nine months, and birthed her. That's the reason why she's here in the world in the first place!"
"I don't care that," he said in scathe,
"I'm warning you, Tyson. I'll file a case against that hospital and you! I've the medical proof that she's my daughter."
"When did I deny you can't prove she's your daughter?" he flippantly shrugged, "But dragging us into the court and law could be very tedious, for you especially. You can't fight me, sweetheart. You know who I'm." he dangerously yet calmly warned her.
"What will you do?" she frowned,
"You'll see." He tittered, "As of now, you are standing in my house, which I can't bear for a second more Hils. Your presence is extremely annoying for me, so just go away from my sight pretty right now." He snidely remarked,
Hilary's fingers curled and clenched, knuckles turning white. She tightly shut her eyes and seethed, not saying a word. "Don't even dare to even try meet Simone. She hates you already," Tyson muttered contemptuously.
"When she doesn't even know me who I'm, how will she hate me," Hilary mumbled with a small smile, "And why are you so determined in separating me and Simone? And face it, I'm her mom. One day she's bound to ask you about me or find me on her own. Then, what?"
"I will think about it later," he said sarcastically, "But you," he pointed a straight finger to her in accuse, "Get lost! Right now."
"I'm her mother!" she yelped, "God damn, you're so both heartless and brainless! Don't you understand? You want her to grow up like how you've grown up without your mom?" she yelled at his face,
"I can take care of her upbringing very well. You don't interfere," he said derisively, "Because if you interfere, then might be she will be a disloyal wife one day like you who'll backstab her husband, be a liar, egoistic maniac-"
He winced back and bent down his face as she tightly slapped him on his left cheek, leaving a nice mark of her fingers. Seething, she said, "What do you think I am doing here?" she composed, not trying her overwhelming anger cause to push him downstairs so that he ends up having a bump on head, "I'm done listening your bullshit, very biased and unfair bullshit, Tyse. Now you listen to me,"
He was dumbfounded by her guts. "I will have Simone by my side: that you mark in your dense head of yours. You'll die or I will but Simone will be with me, even if it costs that, I'll leave no stone unturned in this." She took a breath and jadedly smiled, "And this is not my ego, this is my responsibility, over my daughter." Her eyes turned glassy even though she was trying so hard not to be emotional.
"R-Responsibility?" he jeered with a laugh, "You know what it is? Have ever read its meaning in dictionary or somewhere?"
She was quiet, looking down at the steps they were standing in the midst. "Huh?" he pushed,
"You're nothing but a whore. Cheated me for Kai and now…" he shook his head unbelievably, "You left him too? Breaking hearts is an art!" he announced looking down across the vast empty hall below, "Learn it from my wife, people! Here she's! One and only, Hiromi Kinomiya!"
She didn't say a word, nor could meet his eyes which were looking firmly down in despair and condemn. He tumultuously clapped his hands across her face and smiled, "If…If…" she quelled down her anxiety and looked at him courageously, "If you want to talk about us, I'm ready, but Tyson believe me, Simone has no role in this. Don't separate us." She said gingerly in maudlin.
"Us? What about us? What do you have to say for yourself still Hils!" he carelessly chuckled,
"Whatever it is, but I'm trying to be responsible at least," she paused and mused seeing his quizzical looks, "At least for Simone,"
"So…" Tyson amusingly smiled, "You think I will give you a chance to exercise your responsibility?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" she mumbled, but straightly looked into his eyes,
"Why did you do what you did to me?" his voice was soft like hers,
She looked away twisting her lips slightly, "You can avenge me in any other way Tyson but this is inhumanity!" she shivered in anger literally, "You had physically tortured me without me even knowing it. You know what?" she accused him with so much maudlin, "My hemoglobin levels were very low. I could have undergone table death when you made me undergo C section." Her eyes welled, "Do you even realize how much painful it is?" she shook her head hopelessly, "Do you know it?" she stressed, "Can you even imagine it?"
"Oh well, you know what-"
She grappled his shoulders and earnestly said, "Probably more or less painful then what you're undergoing right now," a hand of hers caressed his chest softly, "But please put that ego aside, even I've left it," her tremulous voice pleaded, "Even what you did to me at hospital was so ruthless. I could have died. Really,"
He was quiet, just looking into that pretty face of hers whose ego was doused thunderously to be transformed into a pleading and helpless woman trying to explain him, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't want you to die, please." She broke, her quivering voice crying slowly...she finally admitted.
Tyson almost flinched. How...His eyes widened by margin, How did she know...
A/N:
Hey there, hope you enjoyed the chapter and the mind-shattering cliffhanger. XD I didn't plan on keeping this chapter this long of damn 6k+ words but here we are. The next chapter is the last- continuation of ongoing Tyson and Hils's argument and includes epilogue. I can't say anything if it will be happy or sad ending or if Tyson and Hilary unites or not but you'll find out everything in the next chapter, so watch there haha. ;D
Anddd, applauds for Dranafile because she correctly guessed about Tyson in her review back. Yes, he has lung cancer. ^_^
Dear Serena: Thanks for your reviews. Girll! *hugs you tightly* you didn't have to cry there reading OLT! Damn, you're such a die hard, damn-good TyHil fan, why haven't I found you before? :'D Tragedies are really hard to take both for a reader an author, I understand :'( I hope you've liked this chapter dude, take care. Bye