The Past

Blake was still awake when Jenna finally woke up and realized she was in a second house she hadn't been to in a long time.

"Oh ... please, tell me that this is just a dream," she complained, to which Blake only laughed. The man then took a glass of water from the nightstand and helped Jenna to drink it.

"What happened? Why am I here?" Jenna asked. Of course, she didn't remember everything. Only a few parts, which to her are not very important.

"I'm sorry I wasn't by your side and didn't know you weren't okay," Blake regretted, squeezing Jenna's fingers gently, then kissing them. Jenna flashed a warm smile, though her face still looked pale.

"What are you talking about, Blake? I'm fine. Maybe it was my carelessness that I didn't notice my condition. I should have found a place to sit. But . . . most importantly I'm fine now."