Achilles’ Point of View:I woke up with a pounding headache. As I looked around, I groaned, blinked and finally saw Bella standing beside me, looking sideways.“Bella?” I whispered, my voice hoarse as there was a sharp pain in my throat.She turned toward me and smiled. “Hey, Ace. You okay?”“I—I guess,” I whispered as I sat up. She brought me water and I sipped it down, feeling the pain relief. I realised that we were in my apartment and in my room.“What’s the time?” I asked after a moment.“Oh you should ask what the day is,” She chuckled lightly. “You’ve been asleep for like 27 hours or something.”“What?” I picked up my phone kept on the table kept at my bedside in a hurry.It was definitely midday—3:14 PM—but the next day from what I remembered. “Oh fuck, seriously?”“Hey, it’s okay. You needed that rest. Have you not been sleeping well?”“Uh,” I exhaled. “Maybe.” I didn’t want to accept it else she would only make it harder for me.“You need to take your beauty rest, handsome.

Achilles’ Point of View:I stopped in front of her apartment. As I got out of the car, I grabbed her apartment keys—I had a copy, obviously, and entered inside.The place was rather dim. She wasn’t in the living room, so I looked around. Finally I noticed the lights up in a room, and the door was slightly open. I looked inside and found her curled up, sitting down and sobbing. The room was all messed up, as if she had thrown some stuff around earlier.It feels almost worse to come and apologise, as if I deserve it. But I had to.I knocked on the door and she looked at me with a sudden flinch before exhaling. Immediately breaking contact, she looked down as I entered the room.“Bella, I… I—”“Out, Achilles.” She whispered, almost inaudible as she continued looking down. Her voice shivered as her eyes roamed over her bed. Seeing her in that condition made me want to leave and never come back, but maybe an apology could make things easier for her too.“I… just—just listen to me, please.”

Achilles’ Point of View:“Who—Who are you?” Her voice was soothing, yet her expressions were overwhelmingly worrisome.I stared at her while my heart skipped a beat. Seeing her in the state—forgetting everything, lying on the hospital bed with her bones broken, and helpless—made me feel unreal. I couldn’t even react to her situation and her calm expressions made it worse.I turned around to see Carlos standing with his expressions sad as he observed the both of us. His eyes turned toward me.“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him before leaving but he followed me.“Stop it, Achilles.” He said, his voice tired and a little frustrated.“What? What do you want me to do, Carlos?” I let out a sharp breath. “She doesn’t—she doesn’t remember anything!”“I know.”“So? I’m—I’m not coming back in her life, okay? She has a blessing by forgetting me.”“You’re so fucking stupid, Achilles. So you’re gonna walk away right now? When she needs you?” He took a step toward me and looked at me with part-d

Achilles’ Point of View:I went to the bar with Carlos. It was a little far from the hospital, but still a decent place to sit down and have a conversation. The smell of cigarettes, stale beer and whiskey hit my nose as soon as I entered, sending me into an instant state of relief.“Two beers, please,” Carlos said to the bartender as we sat down in front of the counter.Apparently, Carlos had also made sure that no paparazzi could spot us as this place was a little secluded. If he wasn’t here, I probably would make headlines everyday—and not for good things.The man nodded, and started mixing drinks. I looked over at Carlos who exhaled as he pushed one of the glasses toward me.“You must be tired.”“Yeah, well,” I picked it up. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do.”“Hmm,” He agreed as we took a sip.“Well, I couldn’t help but notice,” I said as the conversations replayed in my mind, “You were talking to me as if you knew the situation really personally. Did something happen in

Achilles’ Point of View:As soon as Carlos left, I looked around the hallway. A lot of other people were here now—just bringing water, or food, or coffee for their loved ones. Their smiles were evident, some of them fake while others were happy to just have the opportunity to take care of their loved ones.A loud breath escaped my life. I had no one now, and it was no one’s fault. I was given the chance to have the best friend anyone could ask for—to have the best lover I didn’t really ever deserve, and I fucked it all up for no reason.I always thought I knew what I wanted in my life. Since the start, when I—when I saw the world through the black. It wasn’t grey to me like it is to most people, it was pure jet black. I saw first-hand what it was like to have a shitty family, what it was like to just destroy everyone who wanted nothing but to love you. I thought I had learned my lesson when I lost my mother because of how much she loved the monster who I swore to never become.I couldn