Love Thread: The beginning book one

Chapter Four

Lyrra lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her alarm had gone off a while ago, urging her to start her day, but she just couldn't move. She felt weak and tired, which seemed strange since she had been in a sort of coma for several days at the hospital. Even now, she still couldn't remember what happened that day. She had been having lunch and reviewing information about her clients when suddenly she lost consciousness and woke up in the hospital. Her mom told her she had been in a coma for almost a week.

Lyrra shut her eyes, unsure of what to think or what was going on. It was especially confusing since the doctor had said everything was fine and there was nothing wrong with her. Then, she heard a knock at the door, and she knew it was her mom. Her mom had been staying with her since the incident, claiming she wanted to take care of her and was scared of losing her. Lyrra thought her mom was being dramatic. She sat up in bed and invited her to come in. A small woman with blonde hair and green eyes, just like Lyrra, entered and sat down close to her.

"Are you okay, honey?" her mom asked.

"I'm fine, Mom," Lyrra replied.

"Are you sure? Are you even ready to go to work today?"

"Yes, Mom, I can go. Besides, I can't miss today; I have a very important client coming."

"If you say so. I was really worried about you and scared," her mom admitted. Lyrra smiled softly and took her hand, knowing that both of them feared losing each other.

"I'm really okay, there's nothing to worry about," Lyrra said.

"Alright, if you say so. Are you hungry? I made breakfast," her mom replied.

"I don’t think I can eat right now. I’ll just have something at the clinic," Lyrra answered.

"Okay," her mom said, not wanting to argue. She placed her other hand on Lyrra's and smiled, then stood up to leave. Just as she reached the door, Lyrra called out to her.

"Mom, I won't forget to eat. fine pack the breakfast you made, and I’ll eat it at work," Lyrra said. Her mom turned back, surprised.

"What?" she asked. Lyrra looked at her, puzzled.

"You said you wanted me to eat the food you made for breakfast and that I would forget to eat," she mentioned.

"Yes, but I didn’t say it out loud. How did you know what I was thinking?" Her mom replied slowly.

"You didn’t say it, but it was so clear. Are you sure you didn’t say it out loud?" She asked.

"I did not! This is strange," she replied, shaking her head as she left, leaving Lyrra confused.

"What?" she whispered quietly to herself.

When Lyrra arrived at the clinic, she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with her mom that morning.

"So, what now? I can read minds? That’s crazy and impossible," she thought rolling her eyes, she entered into an office with Ms Lyrra Jones written on the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Johnson. Let's pick up where we left off last week," she said to the older man, who nodded in response.

"Tell me what you enjoyed or loved most about your marriage," she prompted. He sat quietly for a moment, staring at one spot. Lyrra thought he might not respond and was about to ask him something else when he finally spoke.

"What about..."

"My wife," he replied softly. Lyrra listened without interrupting. He went on,

"My wife was the best part of our marriage. She brought me so much joy, even though she would do the most unexpected things that could annoy me. But I could never really stay mad at her. Some days, we would just stroll around the park. We would talk all night about random stuff. I would tell a silly joke, and she would laugh like it was the funniest thing ever. Her smile would brighten my toughest days. I loved her deeply, and I thought she felt the same way about me, but it’s obvious she didn’t. I pleaded with her not to leave, saying I would do anything to make her happy, but she still walked away. Why? Did I do something wrong? Didn’t I make her happy? What was the issue?" he asked, looking down at his hands, tears in his eyes.

Lyrra looked at him with compassion and asked,

"And how do you feel about her leaving? Be honest with me."

"Sad, depressed, and mostly," he hesitated before continuing,

"And mostly angry. I’m angry because she didn’t tell me what was wrong and just chose to leave. She didn’t give me a reason for the divorce; she just filed the papers, signed them, and sent them to me. So I’m angry at her and also at myself for not realizing that my wife, whom I claimed to love, was hurting, and I didn’t even notice so I could help her. I just saw her walk away. But isn't it much worse to force her to stay?" He finally raised his head to look at Lyrra, and she noticed the sad expression on his face.

"No! You are not worthless," she said firmly. He looked at her in surprise.

"How did you know...?" she interrupted him before he could finish.

"You are not worthless, Mr. Johnson. In fact, you did your best, so give yourself some credit. You can't control the choices others make. She left without explaining, and your feelings are valid. What you need now is to accept that you deserve happiness. It's important to try to move on. It might be hard, but take it one step at a time because you truly deserve that happiness. Start with something that brings you comfort or joy." She smiled at him. More tears rolled down his cheeks, but for the first time in a long while, he smiled back genuinely.

"Thank you," he said. Lyrra smiled at him. He felt happy; even though his sad and depressed feelings were still there, he also felt joy. They would take it one step at a time, she thought.

As Lyrra walked down the hallways of the building, she headed to her boss's office to request some time off. Suddenly, she bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed as she looked up at the man in his early thirties.

"It's okay," he replied, continuing past her. She turned to watch him, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why is he so angry, and did he really just say someone is going to die? Wait, how do I even know this? Ugh, Lyrra, get yourself together." She shook it off and continued on her way.