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.

we try, nothing really changes. I’m still suffering -the bedsores, the constant

if I have to spend my entire fortune, I’ll find a cure–or at the very least, a way to help you live a better life. Remember I told you about a new prosthetic we were going to try?

“Pierre…” Alexia whispered.

love, just hold on. We’ll find a way

was his stubbornness and determination–qualities that usually helped him solve any problem. But this wasn’t

life. But he also knew he wasn’t the love

her sit up so she could eat. Alexia believed there was no progress, but Pierre could

ended in disaster–but Pierre refused to lose faith. He believed that, even if she never fully recovered, she could at least

stem cell treatments–an option that could help regenerate the nerves damaged in the accident. It was still in its early stages, but Pierre had the resources to give Alexia the chance to try

days—days when she put in the effort, when she felt hopeful. But there were also days when she despised herself for still being alive. Days when she cursed everything that had happened,

please… promise me that if my condition ever worsens, you’ll let me go. I’m not strong enough to keep suffering. I’m too tired… I just want it