He is suffering

Will

— You know I love you, so there's no need to act like this, kitten! - I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he stares at me with his intimidating gaze, reason enough for my heart to melt for him.

— You lied, went to find your mother, and kissed that inconvenient girl! — he exclaims, I come closer, bite my lip, and stare at his mouth.

— I don't know if pos....

TRIMMMM.... TRIMMMMM... TRIMMM... TRIMMM....

But what is it?

I open my eyes with difficulty, look around me, get up, sit on the bed, and realize that the noise that disturbed my dream is coming from the door. I get up, walk to the apartment room, look at my body, and realize that I'm still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, after I left Nate's house. I turn the knob, open the door, and stare into my sister's worried eyes.

— Take your cell phone!

— Who gave you up?

— Our mother. She said Kanya was at the house and delivered it to her! and...

— Do you already know what she did?

— Did you see Nate yesterday? — I nod my head in the affirmative. - Didn't you turn on the TV?

— I didn't call, but why are you asking me this?

— Let's sit down, it's better!

— Why is it better?

— It's just that Nate had an accident...

— What? What do you mean?

— Relax little brother, he's in the hospital...

— What happened? I want to go to the hospital, which hospital is it?

— Calm down! He is medicated, he is not receiving visitors!

— Tell me what happened, please!

— As I understand it, he went out last night to meet his friends, and had an accident, his car tried to swerve around another car and flipped over. — he speaks calmly, my heart races, it beats so strong that I feel afraid, and my tears flow without stopping. — He is not in danger, but he is medicated because he hit his head, but he has had several tests, including an MRI, and everything is fine, but the doctors preferred to keep him under observation, do you understand?

— I understand, but when can I see him?

— So... I think you should call your manager...

— Why?

— It seems that the press is suspicious but not sure what happened, but there are already some paparazzi in front of the hospital, and if you show up...

— What hate! I can't even visit my boyfriend?

— You that the team that agencies you two are trying to shield Nate's image until they find out the sources of all the hate for him, and information like that would be perfect for them to make up a lot of fake news! — said Lyn.

— True. They would love to know that he had an accident to make up lies!

— So in that case, the best thing you can do is call your mother-in- law, she is there with him and will keep you informed about everything!

[...]

I haven't seen him in three weeks, and I haven't talked to him. I have tried every way I can to get closer to him after he left the hospital, but he doesn't answer my messages, and he gave orders not to let me in the building, besides canceling several jobs we were going to do together because of his recovery, he also hasn't confirmed anything for the next months. Worst of all is knowing that he is suffering, not only because of our estrangement, but also because of the cyber attacks that did not stop when they found out about the accident. My consolation is knowing my mother-in-law, knowing that she is there makes me happy, and still keeps me informed.

After all my mother's dirty and vile frame up, I bought another cell phone, changed the passwords of all social networks, blocked my parents and Kanya from all of them, and my phone too, and made a video explaining everything that happened, and ask people to stop trying to defame Nate, and trying to damage his life. I feel an emptiness in my chest, I don't like it, being away from him is terrible, some nights I cry a lot after seeing a picture, a video, or a chapter of our series.

Lying in bed, I move my finger on my cell phone screen. I look at your posts every day, and there is nothing new.

— You don't give up! - says Sunee lying next to me. Since it all happened, she has been here with me, plus Lyn, who comes here every day. — You know he won't update anything, why do you still insist?

— Because I care about him, I want to know something, and maybe he will post something, and...

— Not an hour ago you spoke to his mother, she assured you that everything is fine.

— I know Sunee, but why won't he talk to me? She brings her hand to my face, and strokes it.

— When he is ready for this, he will talk to you. The situation he is going through is not easy at all!

Tears again stream down my face.

— I know, but how hard is it for you to answer me? It is not my fault!

— I know, and he also knows, but I imagine that it must not be easy at all, being 22 years old, fame knocking at your door, falling in love with you and seeing heterosexuality cease to exist, I mean, in fact it never existed, he just did not realize it. On top of this, a bunch of people are saying that he is the king of prejudice, a problem boy who doesn't deserve to work beside you...

— This hurts me too. I feel terrible when I see this bunch of lies about him. I wanted to be close to him, but it seems he feels angry with me and thinks I betrayed him, is that it?

— Of course not. His mother told you that he was recovering from the accident, and that he said he didn't want you near him, because you didn't deserve someone as weak and problematic as him, remember?

— I remember.

— So, maybe he doesn't feel good about being so fragile in front of you, and because he is emotionally shaken by the fake news and all that stupid teenage plan, invented by our mother to separate you, he has assimilated that he is not good enough for you, you see? Besides recovering from the accident that left him with pain in his body, he also has pain in his soul! — she says and strokes my hair.

My phone rings, taking our attention away. I look at the display and the picture, and consequently my manager's name appears on the screen.

— I don't want to answer it, Sunee!

— Do you want me to answer it for you? — she asks, and I nod my head in the affirmative. Sunee picks up the phone, and answers. — How are you, P'Dan?

He asks, and she answers.

— No, it's his older sister, Sunee. He's a little tired, and ended up sleeping, but you can leave a message with me...

I don't know what he is talking about, but it must be something serious, because Sunee looks at me in surprise, and answers P'Dan.

— Don't worry, I will certainly speak to him, and Will will return as soon as he wakes up. Thank you. — As soon as she says this, she hangs up the phone, looks at me and instantly a beautiful smile forms on her face.

— What is Sunee? Speak up!

— His manager has just told me that the production company has confirmed the recording of some extra episodes of Fake D8, and...

— I knew that, I just didn't know they had confirmed the recordings!

— Right, but he also said something that will interest you a lot...

— What?

— He said that the script is ready, and that it is due to be read next Wednesday, and that despite experiencing some problems, Nate has confirmed that he will!

— I would expect no less from him, he is a professional, of course he would confirm!

— That's fine, but this is the chance you have to approach your boyfriend, and show him that you want to take care of him, and that you can get through any difficulty together!