Chapter 117
My loss?
Megan’s POV:
I sit on my bed, staring at the grey walls of my cell. It has been days since I’ve seen the light of day, and I am starting to lose hope.
But then I think about Miles, and my heart swells with gratitude. He has been working tirelessly to get me out of here, and I know it is only a matter of time before I am free again.
I remember the last time we spoke; his voice was filled with determination.
“Megan, I am not giving up on you. I’ll do everything in my power to get you out of there.” I believed him then, and still do now.
I lie back, closing my eyes and picturing Miles smiling face. He’s always been there for me, and I don’t know what I would do without him. I feel a sense of peace, knowing that he is on my side.
But as the hours tick by, I started to feel a growing sense of unease.
Why hasn’t Miles come to visit me yet? He promised he would be here yesterday, but there has been no sign of him.
I tried to push the thoughts aside, telling myself he is just busy with the bail process. But the doubt persisted.
And then, the sound of footsteps outside my cell. My heart skips a beat as I sit up, hoping against hope that it’s Miles, coming to visit me.
“I hope they are coming to take me to see him.” I thought.
But the door opens, and it is not him. It is.
Detective James, his face looking extremely serious.
“Megan, I have some bad news…” Detective told me.
My heart races as Detective James words hang in the air.
“Megan, I have some bad news. Miles was involved in a motor accident.” He revealed.
My mind goes blank.
” No, no, no.” I screamed.
” This cannot be happening. Miles” I screamed.
“How bad is it?” I manage to stammer.
Detective James expression is blank.
“He is in critical condition. They are operating on him now.” He revealed.
I felt like I have been punched in the gut. My breath knocked and I cannot seem to get my lungs to work.
“Miles, critically injured. No, this can’t be happening.” I muttered as I leaned on the wall weak.
“I need to see him,” I demanded as I got back to my feet.
Detective James shook his head in protest.
“I’m sorry, Megan. You are still in custody. I can’t let you leave the prison.” He said.
I felt desperate at once. I need to be with Miles. I need to hold his hand; to tell him how much he means to me, even at this point.
I can’t just sit here, helpless, while he’s fighting for his life.
“Please.” I begged.
“You have to let me see him. I’ll do anything.” I pleaded
“I’m sorry, Megan. It’s not possible.” Detective James said and turned and left.
I felt like my world is crashing down.
Everything is crumbling, collapsing in on itself. Miles, my rock, my savior, my friend… he is fighting for his life, and I am stuck here, trapped behind bars.
I slid back down onto my bed with my legs giving out beneath me. I bury my face in my hands and let out a cry.
Why is this happening? Why is the entire world conspiring against me?
It iss too much to bear. I feel like I’m losing everyone I care about, everyone who cares about me.
I cry out for help, for someone, anyone, to help me. But my cries are met with silence, a deafening one.
And I don’t know how much more I can take.
I could only think of one thing to do now… pray.
I fell to my knees, my tears soaking the concrete floor. I jammed my hands together, my fingers trembling as I pray.
“Please, God, someone, anyone… find me. Find me and get me out of here. Please, don’t leave me trapped in this place. I can’t bear it. ” I prayed earnestly.
I pray with every fiber of my being, my soul cried out for rescue. I felt so small, so helpless, but I know that I am not alone. I know that someone, somewhere, is listening.
As I pray, a glimmer of hope flickers to life within me. It’s a small spark, but it’s enough to keep me going.
I will get out of here. I will find a way. I will be there for Miles, no matter what it takes.
But as soon as I fell asleep, I was myself in a different world. A world where Miles is by my side, his warm arms wrapped around me, his gentle voice whispering words of comfort in my ear.
“Megan, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe.” He told me
I felt peace, a sense of security that I’ve been missing for so long. I snuggle deeper into Miles’s embrace, feeling his warmth, his strength, his love.
Miles arms hold me tighter, his fingers stroking my hair, my face, my arms. His touch is like a balm to my soul, soothing my fears, calming my mind.
“I am so sorry, Megan.” he whispered
“I am so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I should have been stronger, faster… I should have saved you.” He said.
I shook my head, my eyes closed, my heart overflowing with emotion.
“No, Miles. No, it is not your fault. You are here now. That is all that matters.” I said.
He holds me for a long time, his warmth slipping into my bones, his love filling my heart. I feel myself relaxing, my muscles unwinding, my mind quieting.
I felt Miles lips on my forehead, his breath on my skin. I feel his presence, his protection, his love.
And when I woke up, I feel a sense of peace that I have not felt in ages. I knew that Miles is still fighting for his life, but I also know that he isn’t with me, in spirit, in heart.
A small smile formed on my face; my heart filled with hope. I know that I will get through this, that I will be free again, that I will be with Miles again.
And as I fell to sleep once more, I feel Miles’ arms around me, holding me close, keeping me safe.
“I am so scared, Miles,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“I know, I know. But I am here. I will always be here. You’re not alone.” I said.
As I sleep, Miles held me close, his presence chasing away the shadows, his love lightening the darkness. And for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel truly safe.