Lost In Time

Chapter 15 — Connected Hearts

Juliet's POV

After our accident, we immediately left our trip and the rest of our group went home. As I stepped off the bus, my heart raced with the memory of the terrifying event. Marie and Faith rushed towards me, their arms extended, and I was immediately enveloped in the warmth of their tight hugs. Their familiar scents of lavender and vanilla mixed with the cool, crisp air.

As they checked to see if I was okay, I felt their hands on my shoulders and arms, their concern palpable. Although I repeatedly assured them that I was fine and healthy, their persistent fussing made me feel cared for and appreciated. When I informed them that Preston was the one injured, not me, Marie’s eyes widened in playful surprise as a smirk formed on her lips, causing me to roll my eyes.

I couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt as I replayed the accident in my head. If only I had been more careful, maybe Preston wouldn’t have been hurt. I made a mental note to check on him later and see how he was doing.

Marie and Faith continued to chat excitedly, asking me about the trip and the details of the accident. As we walked towards the house, I noticed the vibrant hues of the autumn leaves falling gracefully from the trees, the rustling sound they made as they danced in the gentle breeze. The scent of pumpkin spice wafted through the air, reminding me that fall had arrived.

Once we got inside, Marie insisted on making me a cup of hot tea, while Faith sat beside me on the couch, chatting animatedly. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for their presence, their comforting company helping to ease the lingering anxiety from the accident. As we sat there sipping tea, I couldn’t help but think that sometimes, it takes a near-tragedy to realize just how much we need the support of our loved ones.

As the evening wore on, the adrenaline from the accident began to wear off, and exhaustion set in. I excused myself to my room, where I took a hot shower to wash away the dirt and grime from the accident. The warm water cascaded down my body, and I closed my eyes, letting the stress of the day slip away.

As I dried myself off and slipped into my pajamas, I noticed a small knock on my door. I opened it to find Preston standing there, his arm in a sling and a small cut on his forehead. I invited him in, feeling guilty that he was hurt because of my mistake. He limped over to my bed and sat down, wincing in pain. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, but I didn’t know what to say.

The room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp casting a warm glow in the corner. The faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, a reminder of the hot tea that Marie had made for me earlier. I could hear the soft rustling of leaves outside, and the occasional honk of a car passing by. Despite the warmth of my pajamas, I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mixture of guilt and anxiety creeping in. Preston’s presence beside me was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the accident that had almost ended in tragedy.

Preston winced as he shifted his position, trying to find a more comfortable spot on the bed. I could see the pain etched on his face and my heart sank even further. The guilt I felt was overwhelming, and I knew I had to do something to make it right.

“It’s not your fault,” Preston said, his voice strained. “These things happen, and we were both just unlucky. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

I appreciated his words, but I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that I had caused his injuries. I took a deep breath and decided to change the subject, “Can I get you anything? Water, maybe some pain reliever?”

Preston nodded gratefully, “Water would be great, thanks.”

I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. As I poured the water into the glass, I noticed how the light reflected off the surface, creating a shimmering effect. I walked back to my room and handed the glass to Preston, who took a sip and sighed in relief.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes closing briefly. “I just need to rest for a bit and let the pain subside.”

I nodded, “Of course, take as much time as you need.”

We sat in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room were the gentle hum of the heater and the occasional rustle of the sheets as Preston shifted his position. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for his presence, despite the circumstances. It was comforting to know that we were both safe, even though it didn’t quite feel that way at the moment.

Preston’s face softened as he looked at me, his expression filled with understanding and kindness. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said gently. “These things happen, and I’m just glad you’re okay.” His words were reassuring, and a wave of relief washed over me. Despite the pain he was in, he seemed to be more concerned about me than himself, and I felt grateful for his compassion.

I could tell that Preston was in pain, but he never once complained, and I admired him for his bravery.

He gave me a small smile and placed his uninjured hand on top of mine, “It wasn’t your fault, accidents happen. I’m just glad we’re both okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel touched by his kindness and understanding. I nodded, trying to hold back tears, “I’m just grateful you’re not badly hurt.”

We sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke again, “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but I want you to know that I appreciate you.” I looked up at him, surprised by his words.

He continued, “You’re kind and caring, and I’m lucky to have met you.”

I felt my cheeks flush with a warmth I couldn’t describe. I smiled at him, “I’m lucky to have met you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing stories about our lives. It was a moment of connection, a reminder that sometimes, accidents can bring people closer together.