Elena P. O. V


    “That reminds me,” I thought, pausing to look at the broken phone on my desk, “I need to n to meet my old friends in NY and ask for their numbers again.”


    I vividly remember the day I received the call from Brandon, his voice trembling as he told me about Mom’s diagnosis. The rush to the hospital, the frantic energy in the emergency room, and then the crushing reality of seeing Mom so vulnerable. The memory of bumping into that person and breaking my phone was still fresh, a moment of chaos in an already chaotic day.


    The kind nurse who had promised to look for my sim card had done her best, but when she handed me my broken phone, she had to admit defeat.


    “Elena, what is taking you so long? It’s time to go to the airport now,” Brandon said, walking into my room and pulling me out of my reverie of those awful days. I quickly finished packing my bags, and Brandon helped me load them into the trunk of his car.


    As we prepared to leave, I turned to Dad, who was standing by the front door. “Are you sure you’ll be able to handle work and Mom’s hospital visits?” I asked, my voice trembling. The thought of leaving him and Mom behind filled me with dread. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged him tightly.


    “You know I can always take some time off,” I added, pulling back slightly to look at him. “I know they will understand.”


    Dad gave me a reassuring smile, though I could see the strain in his eyes. “We’ll manage, Elena. You’ve done more than enough. It’s time for you to go back and focus on your studies. Your mother and I will be fine.”


    I nodded, though my heart was heavy. Breaking the hug, I walked over to Mom, who had recentlye home from the hospital. She looked so fragile, yet her eyes sparkled with love and determination. I bent down and embraced her gently, careful not to hurt her.


    “I’ll call every day, and I’lle back as soon as I can,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.


    “I know you will, sweetheart,” Mom replied softly, her hand gently patting my back. “Focus on your work and make us proud. We’ll be here waiting for you.”


    With onest look at my parents, I turned and walked to the car. Brandon started the engine, and as we drove away, I couldn’t help but nce back at our house, knowing that a part of my heart would always be there with them.


    The drive to the airport was quiet, each of us lost in our thoughts. The past two months had been grueling, filled with moments of fear, sadness, and exhaustion. But they had also been a testament to the strength of our family bond. We had faced the storm together, and now it was time to find a new normal.


    At the airport, Brandon helped me unload my bags and walked me to the check-in counter. As we waited in line, he put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got this, Elena. We’ll be fine here, and Mom’s in good hands. Focus on your work and your future.”


    I nodded, grateful for his support. After checking in, we made our way to the security checkpoint. Brandon gave me onest hug before I went through.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    “Take care of yourself, and call us as soon as yound,” he said, his voice filled with brotherly concern.


    “I will,” I promised, wiping away a stray tear. “Thank you for everything, Brandon.”


    With a final wave, I headed through security and towards my gate.


    The ne was boarding and I felt butterflies in my stomachthoughts of Oliver cross my mind . Would I bump into Oliver while I was on NY? No, the NY is very big it was impossible for us to bump into each other. But did he missed me, just like I missed him. Even through I was busy in coge and in hospital that I hardly have time to breath but I still manage to miss him.


    Whenever I had some free time for my self, my thoughts always wondered to Oliver. I remeber thatst time I visit NY for my interview and his birthday suprised he called me, will he call me this time too. As soon as this thoughte to my mind I dismiss it. How can he call me when I have broke my phone and lost my SIM card.  I yawn feeling the stress and tiredness of my day catch up to me and close my eyes to catch up some sleep.


    I jolted up as I feel the nend in the NY. As soon as I touch the ground in NY I’m off looking for a cap, I’m staying in an apartment that is paid for the first 6 months by thepany, after six months I have to pay for it myself.


    The cap pulls up to the apartment and it’s fucking beautiful I can already see that I’m going to love it, and I can’t wait to get settled in but right now I’m too tired to take care of it and I just go towards the bedroom, I pull on some pj’s and as soon as my head hits the pillow I’m off to dreand.