I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired - Chapter 15

Chapter 14: Regrets
The room felt colder, emptier now. Jimmy and Garry stood there, the weight of Lucian’s absence pressing down on them like a tidal wave. The air was thick with sorrow, and the heaviness in their hearts was overwhelming. They had made their decision a gangster’s funeral for Lucian, a send-off that would shake the world. But even the resolve to give him a grand farewell couldn’t erase the pain of his loss.

Garry wiped his tear-streaked face with trembling hands, his legs barely holding him up. He looked down at Lucian’s lifeless body, still not fully accepting that his friend their brother was gone. The thought tore at him, a deep, visceral ache that no amount of action could fix. Lucian had always been the glue that held them together, and now… there was only emptiness.

“How the hell did it come to this?” Garry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We were supposed to make it out together. We were have it all money, power, everything. And now look at us…” His voice cracked, and he turned away, trying to compose himself. But the tears kept falling. He couldn’t stop them.

Jimmy didn’t respond, his gaze still locked on Lucian’s face, pale and still, the life gone from his once vibrant eyes. Memories flooded Jimmy’s mind, images of Lucian laughing, joking, and dreaming about a future that would never come.

“We were supposed to be invincible,” Jimmy murmured, almost to himself. His hand brushed over the phone resting on Lucian’s chest, a reminder of the final message their brother had left behind. A message that still echoed in his mind, haunting him. Lucian’s words had cut deeper than any wound Jimmy had ever felt.

Jimmy clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until they left marks. “We f**ked up, Garry. We let him down. We should’ve seen it. We should’ve known…”

Jimmy’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening as the anger bubbled beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but feel responsible, even if Garry didn’t blame him. Lucian had been their brother, their family, and they hadn’t been able to save him. The guilt gnawed at him, eating away at what little resolve he had left.

how many times have we tried to make him come out of those demonesses

Suddenly, Jimmy’s eyes hardened. His emotions were a volatile storm grief, rage, guilt all crashing into one another. He wanted to break something, to feel something other than the overwhelming sorrow that was suffocating him.

“He gave everything for those people,” Jimmy growled, his voice low and dangerous. “For Avey, for his sister, his mother… and they never gave a damn about him. They never saw him, not really. And now, he’s dead because of them.”

Garry glanced at Jimmy, recognizing the rage building inside him. It was a dangerous line Jimmy was walking, and Garry knew where that path led. He had walked it before himself.

“Jimmy, don’t,” Garry said, his voice firm but soft. “Lucian wouldn’t want that. You heard what he said don’t hurt them. He made that his final wish. We can’t dishonor him like that.”

Jimmy’s eyes flashed with fury, but Garry’s words held him back, tethering him to the reality of the situation. Lucian had loved them, no matter how little they had given in return. As much as it tore at him, Jimmy couldn’t betray Lucian’s last request. He had to let it go, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he wanted to burn the world down in the name of his brother’s pain.

Jimmy exhaled sharply, trying to push the anger down. “I just don’t get it, Garry. I don’t get why he kept loving them. After everything they did to him, why couldn’t he just let them go? Why wasn’t our love enough?”

Garry shook his head, his eyes brimming with tears again. “Because that’s who he was, Jimmy. He loved with everything he had. Even when it hurt him. Even when it destroyed him. He couldn’t help it. And we loved him for it… even if it was the thing that killed him in the end.”

The silence between them stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Both men stood there, lost in their thoughts, grieving not just for Lucian’s death, but for the life he had wanted to live, the life he had been robbed of.

After a long pause, Jimmy spoke again, his voice softer now, filled with resignation. “We’ll give him what he wanted, Garry. The whole world will know who he was. They’ll remember him. They’ll know his name.” His fists unclenched, and he turned to face Garry, his eyes still filled with the remnants of unshed tears. “We’ll make sure of that.”

Garry nodded, understanding what Jimmy meant. Lucian’s funeral wouldn’t be a quiet affair, it wouldn’t be a small goodbye. It would be a spectacle, a statement to the world that Lucian Kane mattered. That he was loved, even if it wasn’t by the people he had spent his life chasing.

“We’ll make it loud,” Garry agreed. “We’ll send him off in style. A gangster’s funeral.”

Jimmy’s lips twitched into a small, sad smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. A gangster’s funeral.”

For a moment, they stood in silence again, the weight of their promise settling over them. It was all they had left to give Lucian the grand send-off he deserved. And though it wouldn’t bring him back, it was a way to honor him, to show the world that his life had mattered, that his love had mattered.

Jimmy took one last look at Lucian’s still face, the peaceful expression that didn’t match the turmoil that had raged inside him for so long. “Rest easy, brother,” Jimmy whispered, his voice cracking again. “We’ll take it from here.”

Without another word, Jimmy and Garry turned and walked out of the room, leaving Lucian’s body behind. The air felt heavier, the world quieter without him. But they knew what they had to do. The funeral would be a celebration of Lucian’s life, a final act of love from the two people who had stood by him until the end.

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Chapter 15: Avey
Garry and Jimmy were just about to leave the room after looking at Lucian’s face for the last time. Their hearts were heavy, their steps slower than ever before. Jimmy could barely contain his rage, while Garry’s tears hadn’t stopped since they saw their friend lying there, motionless. Just as they turned to exit, they heard footsteps approaching.

It was her the one person they hated the most.

Avey.

She was a beautiful woman, her long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders, but now, she looked nothing like the vibrant person she once was. Her skin was pale, her eyes sunken from exhaustion. Several medical tubes and devices were attached to her frail body, and a nurse supported her as her legs wobbled with each step. Even in her weakened state, Avey stubbornly pushed forward, her body trembling from the sheer effort of walking.

“Mam, please stop! You just had a heart transplant yesterday. You aren’t allowed to walk yet you need to rest!” the nurse said, her voice filled with concern. She had been begging Avey to stop for the last few minutes, but Avey ignored her, forcing herself to keep moving.

“Avey, stop! Please, I’m begging you,” a middle-aged man cried out. It was Antonio, Avey’s father. His usually sharp and well-groomed appearance was now a mess, his face haggard from sleepless nights. He couldn’t understand what his daughter was thinking. She had only woken up an hour ago after the surgery, and here she was, forcing herself to come to this room.

Antonio and his wife, melody, had rushed to the hospital the moment they heard the news. When the doctors informed them that Lucian Kane had been the one to donate his heart to their daughter, they were shocked. They couldn’t believe it. They had all the money in the world, the power to pull strings in ways most people couldn’t imagine yet somehow, Lucian had arranged for Avey to receive his heart. It was as if he had forced fate itself to give her life at the cost of his own.

Antonio knew the history between Lucian and Avey all too well. He had intervened on more than one occasion, watching Lucian desperately chase after his daughter despite her obvious disinterest. Antonio had slapped Lucian in public several times, hoping to scare him away, but Lucian had always accepted it with a smile, never fighting back.

When Avey woke up after the surgery, she asked who had donated the heart. Her parents exchanged silent looks, unsure of how to break the news. They couldn’t lie to her, so they told the truth. Lucian Kane had given up his life for her. He had made the ultimate sacrifice. Avey, still groggy from the surgery, didn’t show much emotion, but she insisted on seeing him immediately.

Now, she stood at the doorway of Lucian’s room, her face expressionless, but something in her eyes seemed distant, as if she were not fully present. She forced her weakened body forward, determined to see Lucian one last time, despite everyone’s protests.

But before she could take another step, a voice rang out, cutting through the tense air like a knife.

“Stop right there! One more step, and I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

Jimmy had snapped.

He stood there, gun in hand, pointing it directly at Avey with tears streaming down his face. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage and pain that couldn’t be contained any longer. He stormed toward Avey, fury in every step.

“Jimmy, stop!” Garry tried to pull him back, but Jimmy was beyond reason. Even though Garry shared the same hatred, he didn’t want things to escalate like this. He knew how much Lucian had loved Avey, and no matter what, he didn’t want to break Lucian’s last wishes.

Avey froze, her legs barely able to support her as she struggled to keep her head up. Her eyes met Jimmy’s, and for the first time, she saw something in them she had never seen before pain. Real, raw pain. And it terrified her. Not because of the gun aimed at her, but because if these men, Lucian’s best friends, were crying, it could only mean one thing: Lucian was gone.

Her heart or rather, Lucian’s heart began to pound in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath her. But her face remained blank, her emotions locked away, hidden behind the fog that clouded her mind. She looked past Jimmy and Garry, desperately searching the room for Lucian, her body trembling as the reality began to set in.

Then she saw him.

Lying on the bed, covered in a white sheet, only his face exposed. The face she had ignored for so long, the face that now lay still, too still, with no trace of breath or life. Avey’s mind went blank. Her body went numb. She stared at him, unblinking, unable to process what she was seeing.

Jimmy and Garry reached her, their expressions filled with contempt.

“What do you want now, huh?!” Jimmy shouted, his voice cracking as he let his emotions take over. “Haven’t you done enough?!” He didn’t care that Avey looked weak, that she had just undergone surgery. All he could see was the woman who had caused his friend so much pain. Garry tried to place a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder, attempting to calm him, but he too was struggling to hold back his anger.

Antonio stepped forward, trying to shield his daughter. “Put the gun down, Jameshon. We’re only here to pay our respects to Lucian.”

Jimmy’s rage flared. “Respects? What the hell do you know about respect?! You don’t deserve to be here. None of you do. Lucian respected you God knows why but I don’t. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve cut off your hand the first time you laid it on him. Now, step aside, or you’ll find out why people fear the name Jameshon.”

Antonio felt a wave of sadness wash over him. He had never hated Lucian. In fact, he admired the boy’s determination and resilience. But as a father, he couldn’t allow Lucian to pursue Avey when she had made it clear she didn’t feel the same. Antonio had tried to persuade Lucian to move on, but Lucian never fought back. He just kept smiling, accepting every rejection with a grace that both frustrated and impressed Antonio.

“I’m sorry for what happened to Lucian,” Antonio said, his voice softening. “We’re all hurting right now. I didn’t want it to come to this.”

He reached out to place a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder, but Jimmy shoved it away. “I don’t need your sympathy. Just leave. He’s gone now, so you have no reason to be here. You never appreciated him. She ” he gestured toward Avey, “she’s the one of biggest reason he’s dead. He spent his whole life loving her, and she never even gave him a second glance. Get the hell out, or I swear I’ll break my promise to him.”

Avey’s eyes, still blank, suddenly focused on Jimmy. Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled as she spoke. “Why… why did you let him do it?”

Jimmy’s grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Don’t you dare talk to me, you heartless bitch. He died because of you people. He loved you more than anything, and you broke him. You broke him until there was nothing left he was so tired of it do you know how many times he had tried sucide but everytime stopped

A single tear rolled down Avey’s cheek, but she didn’t sob, didn’t cry. It was as if something was blocking her emotions, keeping them locked away. That one tear was all she could manage, a drop of sorrow that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside, somewhere even she didn’t understand.

Jimmy saw the tear and laughed bitterly. “Look at that. One tear. That’s not your heart crying. Your heart is made of stone. That’s his heart crying. Even after death, he’s still feeling the pain you put him through. You’ll never understand him. You never could.”

Avey’s mother, Melody, stepped forward, her face wet with tears. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close, but Avey remained still, her expression unchanging. She couldn’t cry. Not for Lucian. Not for herself. The only thing she could feel was the dull ache in her chest the heart that no longer belonged to her.

Jimmy’s bitter laughter echoed in the room as he wiped his face, trying to calm himself down. “Lucian gave you everything. His love, his time, and now… even his heart. And you? You’re standing there like nothing happened. You broke him, and now you’re using the only thing he had left to give.”

Garry remained silent, his gaze locked on the floor. He had nothing more to say. All the words in the world wouldn’t change what had happened. Lucian was gone. Avey had his heart, but she didn’t deserve it. And now, they were left to pick up the pieces.

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