His anger was palpable as he struggled to catch his breath.

"The whole idea of Laura living with you was for you two to bond, to understand and eventually accept each other. You both mean the world to me, but neither of you is making things easy. Do you want to upset me even more?" "You're so stubborn. I can't talk to you anymore." Hana turned her wheelchair towards the door and paused, asking, “Don't you see that you and Laura just aren't meant to be?"

“Not meant to be?" Forrest scoffed. "That's absurd! Don't ever say that again!"

If Forrest and Laura weren't meant to be, how did they even cross paths?

Would sparks fly between them on campus?

Hana's words seemed so out of place. It was total nonsense!

It just grated on his nerves.

Forrest rose from the bed, frustrated.

"You're hurt..." Hana cautioned.

“I'm not going to die, am I?" he snapped, clearly irritated. “It's just so annoying."

Hana bit her tongue, choosing not to respond.

Forrest drove himself back, half-expecting Laura to be absent from home.

Alone, he slumped on the sofa, his head bowed, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Laura was in Aldrin's rented house, confused about her presence there.

Feeling low, she huddled on the sofa, thoughts spiraling.

The image of Forrest driving the knife into his chest haunted her.

Did he truly love her?

This thought briefly crossed her mind, but she shook it off, trying to banish it.

She stood up, walked to the porch, swapped shoes, and stepped outside.

Pausing at the doorway, she was at a loss.