Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 912:

When Rachel gently opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, her heart swelled with warmth at the sight before her—both Brian and Dora peacefully asleep on the bed. A sense of quiet comfort enveloped her, a soothing feeling that wrapped around her like a soft, familiar blanket.

The bed was slightly disheveled, and a few scattered dolls littered the floor. It was clear that Brian had spent the afternoon playing with Dora. At times, Dora’s enthusiasm seemed endless, and even when the adults were worn out, she remained as lively as ever.

Rachel could easily imagine how Brian, despite his exhaustion, had fallen asleep beside their daughter, too tired to leave her side.

She moved quietly toward them, gently checking Dora’s blanket. She tenderly pulled the blanket over her daughter, ensuring she was warm and secure. As she looked at Brian, a hesitation flickered in her mind—should she wake him? But as she gazed down at him, something caught her eye.

strands of his hair, were faint strands of grey. At first, she was taken aback. Brian was still so young—how could this be? Surely, it was just a fluke, a rare occurrence? But as she looked closer, she saw more and more strands of grey woven

flooded her thoughts, especially those years when she was pregnant with Dora and the countless efforts Brian had made for them. The weight of

her eyes. So many years had passed. And yet, it seemed she had become so accustomed to his quiet, selfless support. He gave without asking, offering his

was always there—waiting for her, quietly accompanying her through every moment. Yet, in all those years, she had forgotten that he could feel pain, cry, experience joy and sorrow,

him sleep in the bedroom beside Dora while

Rachel gazed at the moon outside her window, her thoughts drifting through a labyrinth of memories. Slowly, sleep claimed her, and once again, she dreamed of the young man she had once loved with

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆

dreams of her youth, she was always chasing Brian, trying to keep up as he moved ahead effortlessly and swiftly, leaving her breathless behind. This time, as before, he was running ahead, and she was trailing behind, exhausted, unable to match his pace. But then, when she could go no further, when her body and spirit were too

gently. “I’m waiting for