Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 51

Chapter 51:

Rachel lifted her head, her glistening eyes filled with unshed tears, and gazed at Brian with a tender, vulnerable expression. “I’m cold,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clutched tightly at the front of his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.

Brian’s response was a soft chuckle, resonating in the quiet darkness. His laughter was captivating, a rare glimpse of lightness that seemed to cut through the tension between them.

“What’s so amusing?” Rachel asked, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of nasal congestion, as though she were fighting back tears.

Brian’s gaze softened, the corners of his lips curving into a tender smile. “If you need me to hold you, all you have to do is ask. I promise I won’t tease you about it,” he said, his voice low and soothing, the warmth making her heart race.

“I didn’t say that!” Rachel retorted quickly, trying to hide the fluttering in her chest. “You’re the one assuming things.”

Brian leaned in, his eyes dancing with affection and a hint of mischief. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, his tone light yet filled with a deep, comforting care. “Let’s say I’m the one insisting on holding you. I’ll take full responsibility. How’s that?”

Without waiting for her to respond, he swept her effortlessly into his arms, lifting her with a natural, possessive grace.

Swathed in the folds of Brian’s oversized coat, Rachel’s slender figure was almost entirely hidden, save for her eyes, which glimmered faintly from within the fabric’s embrace. His body heat radiated toward her, dispelling the icy numbness that had taken hold of her. Gradually, a soothing warmth began to seep back into her limbs, thawing the cold that had clung to her.

As the elevator descended, a question surfaced in her mind, breaking the quiet between them. “How did you find me?” she asked, her voice muffled by the coat.

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saw your latest post,” Brian answered simply, his tone calm

at her. “When I called you earlier, you were still in Amberfield.

and intense, as if weighing his words. “What do you think?”

hesitated, her heart pounding as she summoned the courage to voice her thoughts. “Did you…

like a promise. There was no mistaking the sincerity

his chest. The rhythmic thud of his heartbeat filled her ears, a

on the bed, but sleep stubbornly eluded her. Her mind raced through a thousand thoughts, none of which seemed to bring

minutes later, the door creaked open, and Brian, dressed in a simple white bathrobe, entered the room. Without a

arms, settling her against him. Rachel, still awake and slightly restless, didn’t resist. Instead, she let herself relax, her body leaning into the warmth of his chest, the rhythmic rise

anchoring her to him. It was as

rich in the silence of the room, was the kind of

heart thumping in a soft rhythm against Brian’s

mingling with hers. His breath was warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “If you’re not tired,” he murmured softly, “how about

grasp his implication. Though their relationship had grown closer in recent days, the memory of that night still lingered like a shadow,

her voice barely a whisper. “I’m

linger in the air, a sudden burst of

display of fireworks, painting the dark canvas with bursts of vibrant color.

far more breathtaking than any fireworks she had seen before. Her breath caught as a blue firework shot into the night, bursting