Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

“Phoebe.” The name slipped out of Gladwin’s mouth.

“What about that woman?” Abigail now turned to her uncle.

“Eijaz said that after Flavia had her examination, she met with Phoebe. After that, Flavia, who was supposed to go with Eijaz, suddenly asked to be taken home. I’m sure Phoebe said something to Flavia.” Gladwin rose from his seat. Determination and anger glinted in his eyes.

“Where are you going, Uncle?” Abigail asked again.

“I’m going to see Phoebe. I need to ask her directly about what she said to Flavia.”

“Gladwin,” Claire intervened. “I know you’re angry right now. But it won’t serve any purpose.”

Gladwin turned to his sister. “What do you mean?” His voice was edged with frustration.

“Confronting Phoebe won’t help. Whether she said something to Flavia or not, if she knows about Flavia’s condition, she’ll feel victorious.”

“This isn’t a game, Claire. There’s no winning or losing here,” Gladwin replied, a hint of bitterness in his tone. What his sister was saying didn’t make sense.

“To us, it may not be a game, but to Phoebe, she and Flavia are currently competing to get you. If she’s not competing with Flavia, she wouldn’t bother approaching Mama and seeking her attention.

“That woman clearly knows you don’t like her. But she’s still openly trying to win you over. For her, you’re a challenge to conquer, and Flavia is a rival to eliminate. Do you understand?” Her question sounded more like an admonition.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Gladwin glanced at Antony, then at Abigail. Both of them didn’t meet his gaze, leading Gladwin to assume that they believed what Claire was saying was true.

“Confronting her won’t change anything for Flavia,” Abigail whispered softly. “Instead of wasting time dealing with that woman, we should think of ways to help Flavia remember us.” Her voice carried a hint of sadness.

Gladwin finally looked over at the bed where the beautiful woman they were discussing lay asleep. At least, that’s what they thought.

Flavia’s POV:

“Aunty.” The word slipped from Abigail’s lips.

Is the woman Abigail called Aunty my mother? I can’t remember her face. But her body scent is so soothing. It’s familiar, like a baby’s scent. Just like her gentle touch and melodious voice, I like everything about the woman called Aunty. I don’t want to open my eyes. The thirst for that touch makes me choose to keep my eyes closed.

“How is she?”

I heard Abigail sigh before she answered softly. “Can’t say she’s doing well,” she whispered. “Flavia seems to be experiencing amnesia.”

There was a gasp. It must be Itan’s voice. “How could this happen?”

There was a soft rustling sound. “Uncle Antony and Uncle Gladwin are gone to see Eijaz.”

“Have they been gone for long?”

“For quite a while.”

“What about my brother?”

Who else is this ‘brother’? It seems like I live in a large family environment. There are so many people around me. Will it be difficult for me to remember each of them?

“He looks terrible,” Abigail sighed.

“Poor thing.” I felt a touch on my forehead and then a kiss landed there. My heart felt like it exploded, bursting with happiness instantly. Oh, I like this Aunty.

I felt the woman move away from my bed. I felt lost. I only listened as they talked about the names Ignazio, Francisca, and Meizar.

I felt like I was truly entering a silent world before I heard a high-pitched voice echoing in the room. Whose voice was that?

I couldn’t catch their conversation. Child? Son-in-law? Phoebe? Who is Phoebe anyway? Why do I feel a dislike for that name?

And why should I be her competitor? Am I a bad person to be hated by others? Phoebe. Should I avoid that person in the future? I chose to try to sleep again. I can’t think anymore. My body feels tired.

I woke up to voices. “Via?” That was Abigail’s voice.

Who is that girl, actually? She’s so nice to keep staying by my side. Likewise, that handsome man. He’s still there. If I observe their faces, they somewhat resemble each other. Are they husband and wife? Or siblings? Or…?

“Do you want something?” Abigail asked softly.

I tried to sit up from my bed, but then I felt the top part of my bed being raised. I turned to the right and saw the handsome man pressing a button. So, I was lying in a semi-upright position.

“Water,” I said.

Then a straw was placed on my lips again. I turned to the right once more, and once again, the handsome man was the one giving me a drink. His gaze was so gentle. Too gentle that my heart felt like it was pounding hard.

Oh God, my hand itches to touch his face. Is that wrong?

“Flavia?” The question made me turn to the owner of the voice. An elderly woman, probably over sixty, but still beautiful with her slim figure and gorgeous attire. She looked at me with concern.

I just stared back at her. How should I greet her? Who is she to me?

“Yes?” That was the only word that came out of my mouth. “Who are you?”

The woman seemed shocked. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened towards me. “Y-you truly don’t recognize me?” Her wrinkled hand, adorned with a blue gemstone ring, touched her chest.

I glanced at Abigail. Abigail smiled. “She’s our grandmother,” she replied. I looked back at the woman.

“Sorry, grandma,” I murmured softly.

“Oh God,” the woman exclaimed. Then she walked closer and held my hand. “I thought your mother was joking. But how is this possible?”

“Ma,” a male voice interjected.

I turned to the right, and he was the only man in the room. And he addressed my grandmother as Ma. So who is this man? My uncle? But he looks too young to have a child my age, right?

So, how old am I actually? Am I as old as Abigail? Because my father isn’t too old either. But the woman referred to as my grandmother is also young, while my father… seems to be around the same age as my grandmother. My head suddenly throbbed painfully.