I had a head injury and stayed in the hospital for three days.
When I woke up, Alastair's happy and handsome face appeared in front of me.
I tried to sit up, but my body was still weak from the feeling of seawater flooding into my nose and mouth. Alastair gently pushed me back onto the bed.
"Lie down well and don't move around."
"What about the recording of that episode?" I spoke, my voice sounding hoarse and strained.
Alastair adjusted the bed and fed me a cup of warm water before speaking slowly, "There was a major accident. The variety show has been called off."
"All you need to focus on now is getting better. Don't think about anything else."
"Mm."
When he left with the water jug, I pulled out my phone. I saw a notification and clicked on the video from the day of my accident.
Netizens were commenting, comparing Alastair's and Pranav Craig's reactions on the spot. Some even calculated the impact of the wave on the surfboard and analyzed the cause of the accident from a professional perspective.
The most liked comment read: "Love doesn't need to be dramatic, but in every choice, every small movement, it reveals a strength beyond words."
The video replayed over and over in my phone, showing Alastair jumping into the sea. My heart was in turmoil, bringing up many old memories. After I sent that love letter, every time I met Alastair, I could clearly feel his growing coldness.
Alastair is one year younger than me, but he's already very tall. With his excellence in many areas, he's long since gotten used to the attention from others. But whenever my gaze landed on him, it was as if he had a sensor installed. He would glance up coldly at me, then turn and leave. After a few encounters, I figured he must deeply dislike that love letter.
Later, I stopped daring to look at him. Although my heart ached, after so many years since graduation, I had long forgotten about it.
But he unexpectedly barged back into my world, wrapping me in an almost fervent love. No matter the outcome, I seemed to have fallen. Suddenly, I heard a voice by my ear.
"Alanna."
I was Janettled and immediately turned off my screen.
He sat by the edge of the bed, handing me the water and medicine he had prepared. I took the medicine, lying down in bed, looking at him without blinking.
Alastair calmly took the knife and began peeling an apple. His hands were steady, and the peel came off without breaking. He handed the cut apple to my lips.
Out of nowhere, I blurted, "You've changed." Changed in a way that made him completely different from the Alastair I used to know. He nodded, "My mom says you can't always be so uptight if you want to be with someone."
I: [..]
My traitorous heart began to race again, as I desperately told myself not to get the wrong idea, but at the same time, I couldn't help but anticipate it.
Alastair openly met my gaze, his dark eyes swirling with emotion. "Alanna, you Janetted this, so this time, I won't let you avoid it."
I remembered the last time I was drunk, and my eyes darted away.
But Alastair wouldn't give me a chance to look away. He leaned closer, looking at me with longing, his voice soft and affectionate. "Alanna, you wrote me a love letter. Why didn't you respond to my reply?"
I froze in surprise. "When did you reply to my letter?"
A trace of confusion crossed his eyes, "During your class's PE session, I took the chance to sneak into the classroom and slip the letter into your bag. Didn't you see it?"
In my bag?
I tried to remember. Indeed, I hadn't seen any letter, but I did recall that during PE class, Essence had gotten a stomach ache and asked to return to the classroom to rest. Could she have taken it?
Alastair continued, "I was really angry at the time, feeling like I was being played."
This...
I should have just said it directly back then, instead of writing a letter. I held my breath. "So, is this the reason you suddenly Janetted disliking me?"
Alastair shook his head. "Not dislike. I was just young and proud, my ego got hurt. After you graduated, I regretted it so much. I went to the university you attended to look for you. When I saw you with other guys, I wanted to turn back time. I wanted to grab your hand and never let go, whether you liked me or not."
I reached out and rubbed his soft head, murmuring, "Luckily, you waited for me." Thankful that on the day of the wedding, Pranav Craig had abandoned me. Thankful that fate allowed us to meet again, and that we still liked each other.
