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."

down and focus, Blair would only

heartbroken and grief-stricken, and it was too much for Wesley

being lost in the dark, vast sea, Blair ran into his arms 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

ever think of me when he blew himself to bits, and Mom with him? Yes, I'm all grown up. But I'm still their kid. How could they leave me alone like that? I don't want 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

Wesley listened quietly.

my soul like the sun. He's a great guy. But he didn't like me. I tried

me. So I guess someone upstairs was looking out for me. And I was willing to wait for him quietly at home. When he was on a mission in D City, he had to pretend to

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

sleep. Night after night, I saw him in my dreams. But I couldn't touch him. I asked him to hug me, but he didn't talk to me. It was like he couldn't

and aunt. I didn't want to go to Wesley's funeral. I wanted to be with him. The world without him wasn't the same. If I left the world, I could be

see him. He was 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,

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

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

always loved