My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0945

The morning sun slipped through the curtains, its rays creeping in like a thief. Alexia stirred clumsily, her movements a little stronger than before, as she tried to pull the sheet over herself to block out the light.

“Beautiful… I’m so happy to see you waking up! The doctor will be here today for your therapy,” said Mr. Bouygues.

“Pierre… I’m exhausted. Can’t we just stop? Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever improve more than I already have,” Alexia said, gripping the sheet tightly.

“The doctor said you’ve made a lot of progress. The fact that you could move your hand was a huge step–it gave us a chance to assess how much nerve damage you really have,” Pierre replied calmly.

“I just feel clumsier every day… I don’t want to keep doing this therapy. If you had just let me die… I would finally be free from this torment.”

“Alexia, all I want is to bring a little happiness back into your life. Why can’t you understand that?” Pierre said, gently stroking her delicate face.

no matter how much we try, nothing really changes. I’m still suffering -the bedsores, the constant exhaustion, the aches

cure–or at the very least, a way to help you live a better life. Remember I told you about a new prosthetic we

“Pierre…” Alexia whispered.

way to get you

about him, it was his stubbornness and determination–qualities that usually helped him solve any problem. But this wasn’t about willpower. This was something much deeper. Something that had

wanted Alexia to recover, bring her son home, and start a new life with her in France. She was the love of his life. But he also knew he wasn’t the love of hers. Neither was Maximus. The love of Alexia’s life had been Gabriele–and he had never loved her back.

her sit up so she could eat. Alexia believed there was no progress, but Pierre could see it–slowly but surely, she was getting stronger. Even though her movements

still a mess–breakfast, lunch, and dinner all ended in disaster–but Pierre refused to lose faith. He believed that, even if

nerves damaged in

days when she despised herself for still being alive. Days when she cursed everything that had

me go. I’m not strong enough to keep suffering. I’m too tired… I just want it all to