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.

really changes. I’m still suffering -the bedsores, the constant exhaustion, the aches all

a way to help you live a better life. Remember I told you about a new prosthetic we were going to try? It’ll arrive in a couple

“Pierre…” Alexia whispered.

my love, just hold on. We’ll find a way to get you through this,”

and determination–qualities that usually helped him solve any problem. But this wasn’t about willpower. This was something

life with her in France. She was the love of his life. But he also knew he

there was no progress, but Pierre could see it–slowly but surely, she was getting stronger.

mess–breakfast, lunch, and dinner all ended in disaster–but Pierre refused to lose faith. He believed that, even if she never fully

him about experimental 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

go. I’m not strong enough to keep suffering. I’m too