♡
Be always gentle,
Every heart hides wounds,
That never bleed.
♡
As Daisy lay unconscious on the ground, blood flowed from her nose, staining the earth beneath her. The shocking turn of events brought tears to both the remorseful Marcel and the distressed Anna. Marcel's heart was heavy with guilt, realizing the extent of the harm he had caused. Anna, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by a mix of worry and anger, her tears falling freely as she faced the sight before her.
In the face of the emergency, Anna's urgent instinct kicked in. Through her tears, she managed to direct her frustration at Marcel, demanding that he call an ambulance immediately. Marcel, still in shock, snapped out of his daze and hurriedly reached for his phone. With trembling hands, he dialed for help, his own anxiety rising as he realized the gravity of the situation.
The medical staff arrived swiftly, their professionalism evident as they attended to Daisy's condition. Anna's eyes remained fixed on her friend, her heart aching for Daisy's well-being. She climbed into the ambulance alongside Daisy, her own tears mixing with the distress in her voice as she spoke to the medical team about Daisy's state.
Marcel, though also worried for Daisy, found himself barred from the ambulance by Anna's anguished command. Her anger was palpable as she confronted Marcel, her voice a mixture of pain and fury. She blamed him directly for Daisy's condition, not holding back on her feelings of betrayal and anger. In that moment, she was unwavering in her determination to keep him away from Daisy, seeing him as the cause of her friend's suffering.
As the ambulance doors closed and the vehicle drove away, Marcel was left standing there, his own distress compounded by Anna's harsh words. He felt the weight of his actions press heavily on his conscience, and he knew that he had caused pain and harm that couldn't be undone.
Marcel's own guilt and fear gnawed at him as he watched the ambulance disappear from sight. He was grappling with the consequences of his choices and the reality of how his behavior had hurt someone he knew. It was a moment that forced him to confront the darkness within himself and the need for change.
In the midst of the chaos, Daisy's fate remained uncertain. Her unconscious form had been taken away, leaving her friends and acquaintances to grapple with their own emotions and the aftermath of the incident.
As Anna rushed to the clinic along with a hospital administrator, her heart raced with worry for Daisy. She made her way through the hospital, intermittently calling out to her unconscious friend, desperate for any sign of response. However, Daisy remained unresponsive, her stillness causing Anna's anxiety to escalate.
In her distress, Anna's first instinct was to contact someone who could help. She quickly dialed Drake's number, her voice trembling as she spoke into the phone. "Hello, Drake. Something's wrong... Daisy," she managed to utter between sobs. Drake's concern was immediately piqued as he responded, "Anna, what's going on? Why are you crying?"
Struggling to compose herself, Anna choked out, "Daisy... she blacked out." Her voice was heavy with worry and emotion. Drake's face turned serious as he processed the information. "Stay calm, Anna. Tell me where you are," he urged.
Anna provided the location, her voice shaky but determined. "We're taking her to the hospital near the school, a back road. Edward, please come quickly. She needs you."
Drake shared a meaningful look with Edward, who was helping load items into the car. He handed the phone to Edward, and his eyes met Edward's with an encouraging expression. Edward's heart raced, his mind flooded with concern for Daisy. He took the phone, his voice a mixture of worry and urgency. "Anna, tell me what happened to Daisy."
Amid her tears, Anna managed to convey the distressing events. Edward's face contorted with a mix of shock and anger as he listened to the account of Marcel's actions and hurtful words. "Anna, I'm on my way. Don't worry," he assured her, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Anna's voice wavered as she responded, "Hurry, Edward. She needs you."
Drake, who was now at the wheel of the car, exchanged a determined look with Edward before starting the engine. They sped toward the hospital, their minds racing with worry and anticipation.
As they approached the hospital, Edward's heart pounded. He didn't wait for a proper parking spot, opening the car door and rushing inside, with Drake close behind. Edward's strides were purposeful as he headed to the reception area, his face a mixture of worry and determination.
He approached the receptionist, his voice urgent as he inquired about Daisy's whereabouts. The receptionist directed him to room number 51 on the first floor. Edward's heart raced as he made his way there, his mind filled with worry for Daisy's well-being.
Outside the room, he found Anna, her eyes red from crying. "Anna," he said hoarsely, his voice a mix of worry and impatience. Anna rushed to him, and their exchange was brief but emotionally charged. "Edward... Daisy," Anna managed to utter through her tears.
Edward's face was etched with concern as he asked, "What happened, Anna? Why did she collapse?" His tone was urgent, demanding answers.
Anna's voice trembled as she explained the sequence of events, her words painting a picture of Marcel's actions and cruel words. Edward's fists clenched, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"What kind of things did he say?" Edward's voice was laced with tension as he pressed for more information.
Anna's eyes filled with tears as she continued to recount the hurtful words Marcel had directed at Daisy. "He said mean things about her, about you, about your friendship with her," Anna managed to convey, her voice cracking with emotion.
Edward's expression darkened further, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to contain his anger. He needed to know the extent of the damage Marcel had caused.
Anna's words continued to pour out, describing how Daisy had fought back initially but had eventually succumbed to the emotional assault. Then, in a moment of vulnerability, Daisy had cried out for Edward.
Edward's eyes widened at the revelation. He was stunned by the depth of Daisy's feelings and her admission about her anxiety. Anna's voice became a blur as Edward's mind fixated on the image of Daisy, broken and hurting.
"How is she now?" Edward's voice was raw with concern, his focus shifting back to the present moment.
Anna's expression softened as she gave him a small smile. "She's out of danger. The doctor said it was an anxiety attack. She'll be okay."
Edward's shoulders sagged with relief, a weight lifting from his chest. He sank into a nearby chair, his emotions swirling within him. "Thank God she's okay," he whispered, his gratitude palpable.
The doctor's appearance interrupted their conversation. They listened intently as the doctor reassured them about Daisy's condition and her recovery. Edward nodded his understanding and appreciation, his thoughts consumed by Daisy's well-being.
With Anna's reassurances and the doctor's words, Edward's racing heart began to steady. His focus shifted inward, reflecting on his feelings for Daisy and the importance of being there for her. As Anna and the doctor spoke, Edward's thoughts were drawn to the moment he would soon see Daisy, the girl who held a special place in his heart.
The door to room 51 opened suddenly, prompting Edward to look up. The doctor emerged and addressed him, "Mr. Edward, the patient is awake now and asking for you."
Edward's heart skipped a beat as he rose from his seat, his steps carrying him toward the room where Daisy lay. As he crossed the threshold, his eyes locked onto her, his concern etched into his features. The sight of her awake and looking at him filled him with a mix of relief and tenderness.
Daisy smiled weakly at him, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. Edward's heart swelled with affection as he approached her bedside. "Hey, little one," he greeted softly, his voice a soothing presence.
Daisy's voice was soft but filled with warmth as she responded, "Edward."
He took her hand gently in his, his touch conveying comfort and support. "Are you okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his eyes.
Daisy nodded, her smile growing slightly. "I am now," she admitted, her gaze locked onto his.
Edward's thumb brushed over her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm glad you're okay," he murmured, his voice sincere.
Daisy's eyes never left his as she spoke, her voice holding a mixture of emotions. "I knew you'd come."
Edward's heart skipped a beat at her words, his own emotions laid bare before her. He leaned in closer, their gazes locked in an unspoken connection. "I'll always be here for you, Daisy," he whispered, his voice a promise.
Daisy's smile was soft and genuine as she responded, "I know."
In that moment, surrounded by the hospital room, their emotions converged, and their bond grew stronger. Edward's presence was a constant reassurance to Daisy, and her trust in him deepened. They shared a moment of quiet understanding, their connection unbreakable even in the face of adversity. And as their fingers remained intertwined, they knew that they could overcome anything together.
Edward's gaze softened as he looked at Daisy, his sincerity evident in his words. "I will make him regret this," he vowed softly. Daisy, her emotions still raw, embraced him again, seeking comfort in his presence. "But first, you need to recover quickly," he continued, his concern for her well-being apparent.
Daisy pulled back slightly from the embrace, her hands resting on his lower chest. Her eyes searched his, curious and innocent as she asked, "Why?" Edward's smile was gentle as he brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Because I think he needs a reminder of who he messed with," he replied, his tone lighthearted.
Daisy's gaze dropped, her expression conflicted. "Just leave him, Edward. He's not worth your trouble, and I don't want you to be upset because of him anymore," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of weariness and concern for him.
Edward regarded her with an incredulous look, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Daisy, that's not right. He only made you doubt yourself," he stated firmly.
Daisy's shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked down, her voice softening. "But I have to admit, somehow he was right about... " Her words trailed off, and she seemed lost in her own thoughts.
Edward gently interrupted her by tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "No 'buts' and no 'rights.' No affection for him. You're perfect just the way you are," he insisted, his words carrying a sense of conviction.
Daisy nodded with a mixture of reluctance and acceptance, her expression akin to that of a child who wasn't entirely convinced. Edward playfully sighed. "You won't listen to me, will you? So..." he trailed off with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Daisy looked at him, curiosity piqued. "So what?" she asked.
"I have an alternative approach," Edward teased, causing Daisy to raise an eyebrow. "What approach?" she inquired, her intrigue growing.
Edward's grin widened. "Your approach," he answered cryptically.
Daisy pointed to herself in confusion. "My approach?" she repeated, seeking clarification.
Edward chuckled softly. "Yes, your approach," he confirmed. "Because you're the poetic and introspective one, I'll convince you with a poem."
Daisy's eyes lit up with delight, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "You read poems too?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and happiness.
Edward gazed at her with fondness. "Yes, for you I started reading them," he admitted, his tone soft.
Daisy's expression turned into a silly grin as she looked at him. Edward continued, "This one is a poem by Jessy Humann, 'Your Shyness Is A Strength.' Whenever I read this piece, it reminds me of you."
He paused for a moment, then gently took both of her hands in his larger ones, his touch warm and reassuring. "Would you like to hear it?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.
Daisy's smile widened, and she nodded eagerly, her hands squeezing his in excitement. "Yes, please," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.
"Alright, here we go," Edward announced, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. With Daisy's hands held securely in his, he began to recite the poem, his words flowing like a soothing melody.
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Who told you that your shyness doesn't makes you strong?
Who told you that the way you are is limited and wrong?
Inside you lies a silent strength that rests behinds your eyes.
It can notice people bluffing and can see between two lies.
Your quiet is a shield with which you guard your loyal heart.
And in a world full of false-heartedness the way you guard it is an art.
Shyness doesn't mean that you don't live your life out loud;
It means that you have strength and for that I hope you are proud
♡
As Edward recited the poem, his voice taking on a rhythmic cadence, Daisy's emotions welled up. The words touched her deeply, resonating with the essence of who she was. As the last lines of the poem flowed from his lips, her eyes glistened with happy tears. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around Edward in a tight embrace, burying her face against his chest.
Edward's arms enveloped her, holding her close, and he felt her muffled words against his chest. "How do you always manage to play the exact notes of my heart, Edward?" she murmured, her voice a mixture of awe and tenderness.
Edward's fingers gently stroked her back as he held her. He tilted his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head before responding, his voice a warm whisper. "You and I, Daisy, we fit together perfectly. It's like our hearts understand each other without words."
Daisy's grip around him tightened, and she let out a contented sigh. "I believe you're right," she admitted, her voice muffled by his chest. "Being with you feels like coming home."
Edward's heart swelled with affection as he held her even closer. "That's exactly how I feel too," he said softly, his words filled with sincerity. "You're my safe place, Daisy."
Their embrace remained, the world outside fading away as they held each other. In that moment, the warmth of their connection enveloped them, and they knew that their hearts were aligned in a way that was meant to be. The words of the poem, the comfort of each other's presence, and the depth of their feelings filled the space around them, creating a cocoon of love and understanding.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beat in unison, and the bond between them grew stronger. Daisy's tears dried, replaced by a sense of tranquility and joy. Edward's grip around her conveyed a promise of protection and devotion. They didn't need elaborate gestures or grand declarations – in that moment, their simple embrace spoke volumes, affirming their connection and the love they shared.
For them, this moment was a testament to the strength of their bond, a bond that had weathered challenges and grown even stronger. As they held each other, Daisy and Edward knew that they were meant to be together, and that their love was a force that could overcome anything life threw their way.