Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

On a quiet night, a whisper floated through the darkness from the other end of the phone, "Anne, it hurts."

Murray's voice was shaky, betraying his pain. In that instant, Roseanne felt sympathy.

Murray was strong, stubborn, and never one to back down. Whether it was drinking himself into a stomach ulcer or working so hard that he forgot to eat, he pushed himself to the limit. During those times, Roseanne had tried everything to help him recuperate.

She ensured he ate three square meals and even learned some massage techniques from an experienced physiotherapist. After much effort and time, she managed to get his health back on track. Yet, all she got in return was a terse "You're a bother." And sometimes, when his patience ran thin, he'd frown and snap, "Why are you acting like my mom?"

The memories, long buried, resurfaced in her mind, but the wave of sympathy quickly faded.

Roseanne replied, "I'm not a doctor. If it's that bad, go to the hospital."

When he heard her cold response, Murray's grip on the phone tightened, yet he persisted, "I want the oatmeal you make."

Roseanne stayed silent, listening.

other end, resulting in a silent standoff. Finally, Roseanne was the one

the nurse glanced over

you..." The nurse's voice trailed

phone and closed his eyes,

...

was already up as dawn

your stomach? Feeling better? Still want some

in sleep, Cliff thought

But the moment he heard Roseanne's voice, he sat up immediately.

oatmeal

finished it in a few

it ever since. I wish I

pick it up before ending the call. She and Murray could never return to what they once were. Doing

her to leave it to cool down each time, planning