I was worried about my boyfriend, Jace, as he hadn’t texted me back. Suspecting he might be too ill, I decided to go check on him. Little did I know that what awaited me would shatter my trust and turn my world upside down. A few days later, an unexpected visitor showed up at my doorstep, and together, we embarked on something that would change my life for good.
On a beautiful autumn day, I was in my small, comfortable apartment. The sunlight was faint as it filtered through the windows. The autumn leaves outside, in their shades of orange and red, seemed to taunt my impatience as I stared at my phone, waiting for Jace to arrive. He hadn’t visited in days, citing tiredness, but his excuses felt off. I played with the edge of my sweater and nervously tapped my foot on the hardwood floor. Finally, I called him. The phone rang several times before he picked up.
“Hello?” Jace answered, his voice sounding sleepy and hoarse, as if he had just woken up.
“Are you sleeping?” I asked, trying to conceal my irritation.
“Yeah,” he replied, pausing briefly. “Sorry I didn’t text you. I dozed off. I’m not feeling well. Maybe I have a fever.”
“Oh…” I said softly, at a loss for words.
He coughed loudly into the phone, making me flinch. “I’ll text you later,” he said hurriedly.
“Feel bet—” I started, but he hung up before I could finish.
I was frustrated as I drummed my fingers on the table, my mind racing. If Jace was truly sick, I couldn’t just sit idle. I was determined to take care of him, regardless of his wishes. Isn’t that what girlfriends are supposed to do?