Levi's POV...

Charlotte kept me busy all weekend with therapy. I can almost completely control my right arm movements, so Charlotte's been focusing on helping me gain enough strength in that arm so that I'm able to support some of my body weight or shift my body when I sit up. Plus if Emma really shows up today, I want to be able to feed myself without her worrying that she needs to help me.

My left arm is another story. I can move it around some, but when I try to grab hold of something or use my arm to push anything, it just trembles and gives out on me. My fingers have no strength and I drop everything Charlotte places in my hand for me to hold. My left leg give me the same amount of trouble, it's discouraging.

I got into the pool for the first time this weekend as well, which was a nerve wracking and calming experience at the same time. It wasn't to swim or anything like that. There is a wide swim out in the deep end where the water comes up to my chest when I sit in it. Charlotte was right when she figured that the water would make it easier for me to learn how to balance myself upright. She keeps a continuous hold on me while I try to strengthen my stomach muscles in the pool, otherwise I'd topple over and probably drown.

I'm Surprised and relieved when Emma finally calls me to tell me she's landed in Boston. Nate finished up my morning therapy and helped me get into jeans and a light blue t-shirt. I actually managed to style my hair too. I know I shouldn't have to, but I feel like I'm back to the stage where I have to impress Emma all over again.

Charlotte agreed to let me take the rest of the day off from therapy as long as I promised to work extra hard tomorrow.

I decide to wait in the lobby for Emma to arrive. I can't help but smile when she walks through the door covering her face from the small swarm of photographers hoping to steal a picture of her... or me. It took them a month to figure out where I've been and now they don't leave.

"Levi ! " She squeaks, either surprised or happy, I can't really tell by her expression but I hope it's happy.

"Hey baby!" I say back, holding my right hand out for her.

She walks over and accepts my hand. I pull her towards me and plant a kiss on her cheek.

I feel a little nervous and start rambling off questions without giving her time to answer , "How was your flight? Are you hungry? Do you want some coffee or tea?"

Not sure she was actually listening to me because she was standing in front of me examining me up and down and blankly staring at my chair.

"Emma," I call out her name so she looks at my face.

" Yes, some tea would be great," she says.

I lead her outside to the patio. It's a beautiful day and we can drink our tea and enjoy the view of the sailboats on the water instead of her focusing her thoughts on my wheelchair.

She smiles while we sit together silently drinking our tea, neither having the courage to speak first.

Surprisingly she grabs my hand from across the small table, "You look great," she says, and courageously keeps going... " You've told me all you've done here so far, but it's nice to see it in person."

" Yes it is nice to see it in person," I politely remind her while biting my tongue so she can't hear my annoyance. I want to tell her that she should've been here in person this whole time.

Changing the subject, I maneuver my wheelchair around to her, still holding her hand and ask her to come for a walk with me. I'm appreciating every moment of her pleasant mood while she follows me to the small garden area. I bring her to a cushioned iron framed love seat among the flowers. " We should sit here and talk for a while," I point to the love seat.

Her eyes glance at the love seat then back to my wheelchair. She releases my hand and says, " I need to go freshen up first, is that ok? I'll be right back."

Nodding to her, I ask her to tell Nate to come see me on her way back inside. I may have gotten over zealous for a moment, I need Nate for this one.

Thankfully Nate quickly comes out to me and I have him help me sit onto the love seat. I know why Emma scurried away, she was looking at me in my wheelchair wondering how to get me onto this bench. So I wanted Nate to help me before she realized she would've had to pick me up and move my legs to sit up properly. I'm sitting closest to the side where I can use my right arm to help me balance. The last thing I want is to fall over and make a fool out of myself. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

I know she misses me being the one to take care of her, now the roles are reversed and she doesn't enjoy it, I can see it on her face... the conflict she's feeling inside her. I want it to be love that I see in her eyes when she looks at me... and desire to be here for me helping me get through all of this. I would be here if it were her in this chair.

Emma returns after a few minutes. I smile when she looks at me, amazement in her wide eyes, and she happily takes a seat next to me.

She opens up and starts talking about our film and how it's wrapping up, maybe completely finished in a month or two. With slight pause, she informs me that Liam has stepped up into a more leading roll with her when the director had to make a few changes in my absence.

That made me frown. So she quickly decides to tell me about the gala they're having in October in honor of the film's completion, and that she wants me there for it. I'm stunned and almost begin chocking on my saliva when she says everyone's looking forward to me attending.

" Yeah! I should be able to make it to that," I impulsively agree. Why did I just agree to that? How is that even feasible for me?

After awhile, I feel it getting a little colder out. I notice her rubbing the goose bumps forming on her arms and suggest we eat lunch on the patio near the fire pit.

She stands up and begins to walk towards the patio until she realizes I'm still sitting on the bench. She walks back to me, staring at me waiting to see how I'm going to get myself into my wheelchair. " Can you help me transfer?" I softly ask her.

"Yes, sure." She looks at me apprehensively then walks over to stand in front of me. "Tell me what to do."

I tell her to place the slide board on my chair and the edge of the bench next to me. " I'm going to hold onto the back of your neck so you can grab under my arms and lift me up, then slide me into my chair," I instruct.

She nods, her eyes unsure and places her arms around me. My arms shake at first like they usually do but I get my right arm under control enough to grasp around the back of her neck. My left arm doesn't have a chance to calm down before she starts to lift me. Usually Charlotte waits while I focus on my control, but Emma doesn't know any of this so I slide into my chair as quickly as possible and get my right leg onto the leg rest. She catches on as I struggle to use my right arm to adjust my left leg while also trying to keep my upper body from falling over, she and reaches down to move it for me.

"Thank you." I say, knowing she's looking at me with pity.

Shit ... this was a bad idea, I should've just stayed in my wheelchair and avoided this situation. My left arm doesn't help me any and I still look fucking useless to her.

We head back up to the patio in silence. This time I stay in my chair when we get to the small table by the fire pit. Sarah brings out our meals and quickly leaves us alone again.

I can't stand this awkward silence between us, so I gather all the courage I have left inside me to talk to her about what I fear she might say, but I need to hear it.

"Talk to me Emma... Please!" I nearly beg. " I need to know what you're thinking... what you're feeling."

She grabs both of my hands in hers and looks down and I wait for what feels like eternity before she looks up at me again. " I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to come back here Levi, I wanted to, but I didn't know how I was supposed to feel or what I was supposed to do."

Looking at me while she continues on, her blue eyes wary, water filling them now. " I had so much to do back home, finish my scenes, accepting a new role for a new movie."

I look straight at her, fear and hurt take over when I begin to anticipate what comes next. Her next words are more of a whisper and a tear rolls down her check as she glances away from me. " I only came to Boston today because I'm catching a plane to LosAngeles tonight to start my next film."

I had a gut feeling that this is what she would say but I didn't want to believe it. Who leaves their fiancé when they need them the most? I had a terrible accident, you don't leave the person you are supposed to love because they're injured. In sickness and in health...we're planned to be married. She can't leave me, I can't do this alone.

" Please Emma!" I plead..." I Love you," I tell her.

She stands up and walks over to me. " I Love you too Levi, but we can't be together, I can't be here for you like you need me to be. I don't know how."

I feel the all too familiar panic building up as she slips her ring off of her finger and hands it over to me, then leans over and kisses me for the last time.

I turn my chair to face the bay and stare out onto the water with the ring I gave her in my palm. My heart's been shattered into a million pieces and there's nothing left for me to do but shed tears of pain.

I stay outside for who know how long, watching the sun disappear from the horizon. I am utterly alone.

Not unloved, she reminded me.... just Unwanted.