Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen's POV: 

Early in the morning on the weekend, George drove me to the hospital to pick up my mother.I spoke with the doctor to see if I could take her home for recuperation.

The doctor thought it wasn't a good idea to discharge my mother from the hospital at this time.

Although my mother had almost recovered, I still couldn't take her care lightly..

With the kind of mental disease that she had, she could relapse at any moment.So I decided to just pick her up and take her home on weekends as we had planned before.

On the way home, my mother and I sat in the backseat while George drove.My mom kept looking at George and then at me, seemingly lost in thought.I hadn't figured out how to define the relationship that existed between me and George.I had once made my mind to break up with him, but because of my mental condition, he appeared again in my life, and I grew dependent on him.

It was hard for me to say what George and I were to each other.

We were clearly way past being just friends, but at the same time, we were not lovers.

In my opinion, we were not quite there yet.My mother was being much calmer than I had anticipated.She was very quiet the entire trip.She didn’t ask any questions or make any comments.

When we were about to reach our destination, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, “Are Libby and Jane causing trouble for you?" 

"No.”

Jane went abroad.

Libby went to Philly to visit her family." I knew my mother was worried, so Ianswered honestly.

“Okay,” my mother said.

After that, she didn’t ask anything more.

Soon, George pulled over in front of the apartment building.I didn't invite him in because my mother was with me.

"Thank you so much for today." 

After saying that, I took my mother’s hand and led her to my place.

George didn't follow me, but my mother repeatedly looked back at him.

When we entered the elevator, George was still standing there.My mother smiled at him.

George returned her smile and nodded politely to her.

me and asked

from high school.We met again at work last year.Now he's one of

we entered my place, my mother asked, "Client? Is he the one Jane likes? Jane and Libby came to the hospital last time and they told me that you

couldn’t help

her power of observation to her mental illness.It was like she

did you piece all

a ride and then took us home.A guy who doesn't like you won't do any of those things.Will an ordinary high school friend accompany you to a psychiatric hospital? Can he take good care of me without losing his patience?" My mother and I sat on the sofa.I rested my head on her lap and asked curiously,

hair and explained in a soft voice,

that time, we hadn't seen each other

was when they took

I'd been expecting them to never show

not only did they come back, they also pestered me at the hospital for an entire week.” I

about you.What if you run into them and they bully you? The more I thought about it, the worse my headaches got.I was anxious, irritable, and couldn't get a good night's sleep, so I wanted to leave the hospital.But no matter

last sentence, I felt a lump

all over, Mom.Don’t think about it anymore.Besides, I’m a grown-up now.I'm no longer that girl that others used to bully." My mother rubbed her slightly tearful eyes and

she and Libby came to

a hint of joy in my mother’s tone.Her hatred for Libby and Jane had been buried in

finally let it out slowly, she was very

explained to her the

abroad together, started their own business, and trusted

my eyes and asked, "And what about

I like him? Of course I liked him.I had liked him for a

to save my

moment had been imprinted in my mind since it happened, and

I still felt

mother pressed, as if taking

I do,” I admitted,

you like him, go

you like something, just go get it without worrying about those who also like it.Don't

bastard, used to ask

stupid and selfish.I only cared about my dignity and pretended to be generous in front of him, which made

make your own choices.” “I know, Mom.I won't give in

realizing it, I fell asleep.I felt relaxed because of my mother's touch and presence.I didn’t

up, I

smell of food wafted in from the kitchen, and from where I was sitting, I could hear

a seemingly enjoyable conversation with my mother.He was still wearing the white shirt

he was cooking, he looked dignified and elegant.He was talking to my mother with a smile on his face, looking like a warm ray of sunshine in