He Drugged Me For Her Future Chapter 08

He Drugged Me For Her Future Chapter 08

The plane cut through the clouds. Tyler leaned 

against the window and watched the city below 

shrink and shrink. 

Somewhere down there was a girl whose entire 

childhood, from babbling baby to eighteen years 

old, he had been part of. 

They were supposed to never be apart. He was 

going to get her back. 

Late autumn in Portland. The wind carried a dry 

chill. 

I had been here almost a month. 

My aunt helped me rent a small apartment near Cascade State University. My days were peaceful and uneventful. 

I almost thought I had forgotten, until that afternoon when I saw a familiar figure standing outside my building at Cedarwood Apartments. 

Tyler stood there with a suitcase in his hand. He looked worn out. 

He had lost weight. There were dark circles under his eyes. 

“Emma.” His voice was barely a rasp. 

I didn’t hide, but I didn’t go to him either. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I came for you.” 

He stepped forward and pulled the heirloom ring 

out of his pocket. 

“This belongs to you.” 

I looked at it for a second, then I said coldly, “Keep 

1. it. Give it to Madison. Sell it. It is nothing to me 

anymore.” 

That night, I made it clear I didn’t want him there. 

But Tyler didn’t leave. Instead, he found a place to 

stay nearby. 

Day after day, he tried to take care of me the way 

he used to. 

He learned to cook the food I liked and brought it to my building. He printed out notes and left them 

at my door. 

He even went to see Aunt Susan, begging her with red eyes to help him convince me. 

Aunt Susan told me later, “Emma, he really does 

look like he regrets everything.” 

I didn’t say anything. 

What good was regret? 

Some damage could not just be erased. 

The next time he showed up with food, I looked 

him in the eyes and asked, “Tyler, do you actually 

want to make things right? Or do you just hate 

losing something you are used to having?” 

He froze. 

“I spent my whole life leaning on you, orbiting 

around you, and you thought that was just how 

things should be.” 

“Now that I am gone, you are uncomfortable. So 

you chased after me.” 

“But have you thought about this? If I came back 

and everything went back to normal, wouldn’t your 

just get sick of me again?” 

“No, I wouldn’t.” 

“How do you know? You said you would love me 

forever once before. And look what happened.” 

His voice died in his throat. 

“Thank you for everything you have done for me. But I don’t need it.” 

“Once something is broken, even the sight of it 

makes me sick.” 

I turned around. That was when the tears finally 

fell. 

It was not that I felt no regret. It was not that I was not hurting. 

Eighteen years, you don’t just forget something 

like that. 

But some things break in a way that cannot be 

fixed. 

I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life 

pretending not to see the cracks. 

Someone stepped up beside me and handed me a‘ 

pack of tissues. 

It was Liam Bennett, a senior in my department. 

In the months I had been here, he had always 

looked out for me. 

Liam stood in front of me, looking adorably 

nervous. “Don’t cry” 

I took the tissues and almost laughed. “Have you 

been following me?” 

His ears turned red. He stopped pretending 

“Emma Watson, I like you. I have liked you since 

our first group project together” 

“I know you have someone else in your heart. But I 

can wait.” 

“It is not because I feel sorry for you. It is not 

because I am used to you. It is because you are 

you.” 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tyler appear 

But when he saw Liam and me standing there side 

by side, he stopped in his tracks. 

That night, Tyler left Portland. 

And I found a velvet box outside my apartment 

door. 

Inside was the real family heirloom diamond ring. 

Next to it was a note that said: [I am sorry. Thank you. I hope you are happy.] 

The last five words were written in shaky, uneven 

strokes, like his hand was trembling when he 

wrote them. 

I looked at it for a long time. Then I closed the box 

and put it in the back of my drawer. 

I didn’t throw it away, but I didn’t put it on either. 

Some things belong in the past. You don’t have to 

forget, but you can let go. 

Three months later, summer came to Portland. 

The sun was beautiful that day. Liam and I sat on 

the main lawn at Cascade State University. 

After a gust of wind, he turned his head and gave 

me a small smile. 

“What are you smiling at?” 

He closed the sketchbook he had been drawing in 

and looked at me seriously. 

“Emma. I think I like you a little more than I did 

yesterday.” 

I blinked, then smiled. 

“Liam.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Me too.” 

In the distance, the Bell Tower at Cascade State 

struck the hour. 

All those broken, painful memories stayed far, far 

behind. 

And my new story was just beginning.