Merged By Fate

CHAPTER 2

My grandma's health keeps getting worse and on top of that, Jason just had to go and cheat again.

I forgave him last time, but I don't know if I can find it in my heart to forgive him again.

"Girlfriend, you haven't even touched your food," Mia interrupted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

It hit me then that I hadn't taken a single bite.

"I'm just not hungry," I replied, avoiding Mia's gaze.

I didn't want her to find out about Jason's cheating ways. She warned me not to get back with him, but I didn't listen.

"Girlfriend, something's not right. You don't look okay. Did something happen at the hospital?" Mia asked, moving closer to me.

"Nothing happened," I said, fighting back tears. It didn't take long for Mia to sense my distress.

“Did that jerk hurt you again?" she exclaimed, already getting up.

"He cheated on me again, Mia," I confessed, my eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind," she declared, heading towards the door. I quickly stood up and reached out to stop her.

"Girlfriend, it's not worth it. It's over between us. This time, it's for good," I said firmly. Mia rolled her eyes in disbelief.

Mia was pacing back and forth in the living room, saying, "That's what you said last time. I won't let him treat you like that. I told you he'd never change."

With tears streaming down my face, I admitted, "I guess you were right, and I was wrong. He never changed." Mia pulled me into her chest, gently tapping me.

"You deserve better, girlfriend," Mia assured me, planting a soft kiss on my head.

"Please eat something to feel better. Your grandma and I need you." She pleaded, leading me back to the dining area.

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Later that day, I went to the food stand to get some food for my grandmother. I remembered she hadn't eaten anything at the hospital.

"Can I have two hotdogs and one order of fries, please?" I requested. The waitress quickly handed me my order, a smile lighting up her face.

"Thank you," I said, paying her and making my way to the bus station.

But no buses were coming, and time was running out for my grandmother's morning medicine. I decided to walk to the hospital.

On the way, I spotted an elderly man struggling with a flat tire. It instantly reminded me of my father.

"Sir, may I help you?" I offered.

He declined politely, but I recognized his voice. "Are you Mr. Walker?" I asked.

"Yes, I am," he confirmed.

"I'm a huge fan. Please, let me help. What do you need?" I asked eagerly, ready to assist one of the biggest entrepreneurs in the United States.

He gazed at me, a bit surprised, and explained, "My tire's burst, but the mechanic is on his way. There's no need to worry."

"Hey, no worries! I'll help you out, Mr. Walker," I offered with a friendly smile.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked.

I nodded confidently. "Absolutely! I've had my fair share of tire troubles before. Let's get this fixed."

As I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, memories of my father flooded my mind.

He used to teach me all about cars and how to handle these situations. It felt like he was right there with me at that moment.

After a few minutes of tinkering, the tire was back in shape. "You're a lifesaver, kid. Thank you." Mr. Walker held out a bundle of money stretching it to me.

“I appreciate it, sir," I said sincerely, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

"But what I need is a job to take care of my grandmother in the long run.”

"I respect your decision. If you ever need support or guidance, don't hesitate to reach out.” Understanding flickered in his eyes as he nodded, handing me his business card.

“Thank you so much, sir,” I uttered and watched him zoom off in his car.

Should I have taken the money? As I clutched the business card, I couldn't help but feel that it held a significance beyond mere money.

Different thoughts swirled in my mind, overwhelming me as I entered the hospital.

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As I walked out of Grandma's room, my heart felt heavy with a mix of sadness and longing.

It was at that moment that a nurse entered, checking on her. With a bittersweet goodbye, I left, my mind filled with memories of happier times.

Thoughts of Jason flooded my mind, even though we had gone our separate ways.

The memories tugged at my heart, making me wonder if there was still a chance for us to find our way back to each other.

Should I take the risk and reach out to him? Could we mend what was broken between us?

These questions swirled in my mind, as I hesitated over the call button.

Mia, my trusted confidante, would probably disapprove of me considering giving Jason another chance.

But sometimes, you have to follow your heart, even if it means taking a leap of faith.

Deep down, I knew that seeing Jason, he'd help me sell the land my father left me because that's the key to helping Grandma with her health issue.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I found myself standing in front of Jason's door, hoping for a reunion.

But as I knocked, the silence echoed back at me, leaving me with more questions than answers.

Where could he be? Why wasn't he responding to my calls?

A sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I remembered the spare keys he always kept under his doormat.

Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees and frantically searched for them.

“There it is!” I let out a huge sigh of relief grabbing the keys.

Should I really invade his privacy like this? No, it wasn't right.

But my worry for his well-being outweighed any sense of propriety.

What if something terrible had happened to him?

With a racing heart and a mind filled with apprehension, I pushed open the door, unsure of what I would find on the other side.

"Jason!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty living room.

As my eyes darted around, a sense of unease settled in.

Something was off. My curiosity propelled me towards his bedroom, where I hoped to find some answers.

"Jason, where are you?" I pleaded, my voice filled with a mix of desperation and regret.

I walked around the room, searching for any sign of him. And then, my gaze fell upon his abandoned luggage on the floor.

My heart skipped a beat as I reached out to it, only to discover that his clothes were nowhere to be found.

Panic gripped my chest as I noticed an envelope resting on top of the luggage.

With trembling hands, I tore it open, revealing a letter from Jason.

“Dear little girlfriend," it began, and my breath caught in my throat. As I continued to read, a sinking feeling settled within me.

Something told me that this wouldn't end well, and my instincts had never failed me before.