Lost Him For Good
A week. Exactly one week after the visit to the hospital. At first, Anastasia didn't want to make it obvious that she had been waiting for him, but after hearing the news that he had been discharged, she couldn't hide it anymore. She stood in front of the door, craning her head, just in case he was coming back. But as night approached, she still hadn't seen a glimpse of him.
Sighing, she pulled the door closed. Earlier in the afternoon, Diya had texted her, mentioning how Daniel was preparing to be discharged. Thinking he would come back, Anastasia had prepared everything from food, his room, and more. But now, pursing her lips, she guessed he was still mad at her. She couldn't deny it anymore, her heart ached from the pain.
Ascending the stairs, the quietness of the house was suddenly interrupted by the ding of her phone notification. She quickly glanced at the screen and read the message from Diya: