Hinata's POV
"Are these all your things? Are you sure there's nothing left?" Kuya Clyde asked.
We were now in the garage, loading all my stuff into the car. I heaved a deep sigh. If there were things I left in this house, they're probably my heart and the memories Zeke and I shared during the duration of our married life. It was short, but it's full of memories. Memories that I would surely cherish and would surely get me by on the succeeding days. Even if those memories were one-sided.
I gave the whole house a once-over. Everywhere I looked, I saw myself waiting- at the door, veranda, living room, kitchen, even in this garage. I was waiting for him to come home. Waiting for him to love me the same way I've loved him. I was hoping, dreaming, wishing- until it drained me, all of me. I got tired of waiting for someone who didn't have any plans to come to me, or even meet me halfway.
I shook my head and cleared my throat, stomping the emotion that was threatening to resurface in the open. I was done crying, and there's no point crying over spilled milk when I had already made up my mind.
"That's all I need, kuya. Let's get out of here. Please," I pleaded.
Kuya Clyde nodded, and we got inside the car. I watched the house shrink in the side view mirror as we departed. When it was no longer in view, I shifted my gaze outside the window. I welcomed the silence and the fact that my older brother was giving me space at the moment. He didn't ask me any questions when I knew for sure that he was dying to get some explanations as to why I did what I did. Just like mom and dad, he was very supportive of me. They all were 'cause I am their princess.
That thought made me more emotional. It only solidified the reason why I was leaving this marriage. I deserved more than what I was tolerating. I deserved to be happy, and Zeke... he deserved it too. I no longer want to trap him in this relationship when all he wanted was to be free from me. It just saddened me that it only lasted for three months. But I guess, that's what life is. You couldn't really get all you wanted.
So, here I was. Taking what remains of me to a brand new place, outside the country. A hasty choice, I knew, but it was the best thing to do at this time. I believed that my healing journey would be easier if I were far away from the source of my pain.
"We're here, princess," Kuya announced. "You ready?" he added.
I was so caught up in my emotions and thoughts that I didn't notice our arrival at the airport. I looked at him and smiled. Then, we got out of the car. As soon as he unloaded my two luggage from the car, I gave him a tight hug. He hugged me even tighter.
"I don't know what really happened between you and Zeke, but I am always on your side. Take care of yourself and talk to me someday when you're ready to share all of those things. Kuya will listen, remember that. I love you, our princess."
"I love you too, Kuya. Thank you so much for being my one-call-away hero. Take care of yourself, and please keep an eye out for Mom and Dad. I'll call both of them when I get to my place there," I assured him.
"You should. As per my telepathic power, Mom was already crying a river in our house. Dad might drown from preventing himself from getting crazy. Hahaha."
I laughed and playfully struck him on his shoulder. He was such a pro at making a heavy moment into a light one. We were still laughing at each other when my phone rang. When I checked the ID caller, it was not registered. I ignored it at first, but it was so persistent that I finally answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi. Is this Hinata Marie Smith?" inquired the caller from the other line.
A strange chill crept up my spine when I answered him yes.
"Ma'am, I'm from the local emergency response team. I need you to know that your husband, Zeke Anderson Smith, has been involved in a car accident and we're heading to..."
My breathing grew shallow, and I was gasping for air. I couldn't breathe. Cold sweat trickled down my spine while I repeatedly uttered the word "No." The world around me seemed to dim, the colors draining, the sounds muffled- except for the ringing in my ears and the voice that kept talking on the line.
This can't be...