"No, I won't give you my phone, and I won't let you leave! Hud, I heard everything you said to Zion. You have to stay here and be with me," Selena insisted.
It became clear that she had been pretending to sleep all along.
She had smashed her phone with considerable force, and it became broken beyond repair. Watching my only means of communication destroyed made my patience wear thin, and I couldn't help but explode in anger.
"What do you both want from me? Why do you want to keep me here? Selena, did you instruct Zion to do this? We're divorced now. Can't you just let me go?"
As soon as I spoke, I regretted it.
Selena had bipolar disorder, and I feared that my outburst might trigger a severe episode. I didn't know exactly what her episodes looked like, but from our brief interactions, I found them quite alarming.
I was about to soothe her when I noticed that Selena remained eerily calm, staring at me with a blank expression. She turned to glance at the door, then down at the shattered phone on the floor, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Hudson, I don't know what Zion plans to do, but I know he's doing it for my sake. I won't blame him, and if I were in his position, I wouldn't let you go either.
"And by the way, Hudson, I never signed that divorce agreement. There hasn't been any movement from the court, so legally, we're still husband and wife. You have to take care of me."
People often bottled up their feelings for too long, which led to anxiety and depression. But once those feelings were expressed, their mood could shift dramatically.
That was how it was for Selena; after sharing her thoughts for a long time, her mood seemed to brighten significantly.
Sometimes, I found myself wondering if she wasn't actually sick at all and if this was just her true self.
Yet, staring at the closed door, I felt a sense of confusion. Was it really worth it to stay and care for Selena?
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