True Love Waits

Chapter 746 My Sun

The shrink carefully crafted her questions, guiding Blair patiently through her feelings so she could get past that dark time. Blair sprang up from the couch. "I think I'm wasting my time here." "Blair," the shrink prompted gently.

Blair stood there nervously, looking at her.

"If you keep avoiding the problem, everyone will still worry. They're losing sleep, and even their appetites, worrying you'll hurt yourself. Think of them, if not yourself."

'Does Wesley worry about me like this every day?' Blair thought.

The problem was she didn't want to think about those days. That was a very dark period in her life, and she saw no way out. Yes, she thought Wesley was dead. Yes, she tried to kill herself because of it. But she was over it now. She didn't see any sense in dredging up the past. It hurt too much.

She sat back on the couch, supporting her head with one hand, eyes closed, grief-stricken. "I want to see Wesley. I want to see him..."

Wesley tried to go in, but the therapist's assistant stopped him. "Just sit tight for right now. Dr. Xue knows what she's doing. If they need you in there, I'll let you know."

matter how the doctor tried to get her to calm down and focus, Blair would only cry, demanding to see Wesley, like a lost child looking for

heartbroken and grief-stricken, and it was too much for Wesley to take. He

excitedly. "You're alive! You're here! You're with me! This is real! Please tell me this is real!" Wesley stroked her hair and her forehead. "It's real. I'm here, Blair. I'll always be here for

to blame them, but I feel so lonely. I envy those people who still have their parents. I keep telling myself I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need my parents to take care of me. But the day they died keeps rushing back into my head. I watched them burn, and I couldn't do anything. I'm a murderer..."

Wesley listened quietly.

He's a great guy. But he didn't like me. I tried everything, but he just wasn't into me. No one was. I was so alone I felt my life was

quietly at home. When he was on a mission in D City, he had to pretend to be someone else and go out with other women. I knew it was his job. He had to do that. But it

he have to die? The boat exploded and he fell into the ocean. Was he blown to smithereens, or did the

asked him to hug me, but he didn't talk to me. It was like he couldn't see me. If I tracked him down and

didn't want to be a problem to Joslyn, my uncle and aunt. I didn't want to go to Wesley's funeral. I wanted to be with him. The

holding another woman in his arms, laughing, as if he couldn't see me. I called his name. Then he saw me and spirited me away from this world. He found a secluded spot, away

a woman. They walked past me. But he ignored me. I didn't feel that life was worth living. Joslyn told me he was on a mission, and that it would be over soon. I believed her, and I knew everything he did was to make the mission go smoothly. But why didn't he tell me he was alive? I died for him. I died to be with him. But he was alive." Blair was immersed in her own world. Her eyes were blank and dull, fixed on a spot only she could see. She kept asking over

had intruded into that dark space she retreated to. She heard a tender voice telling her, "Blair, Wesley has always loved you. You know that flirting with those women was part of his job. Why don't you talk to him about it? Tell him how you feel. And ask him about the things you want to know. He'll be honest with

always