Chapter 5

The emotional pain became unbearable late at night, manifesting physically.

I clutched my cramping stomach, biting my hand until I nearly lost consciousness.

Vaguely, I felt strong hands lift me up, his usually calm voice now panicked.

In my haze, memories flooded back like a tide.

My relationship with Alex wasn’t always smooth sailing – we’d once completely fallen apart.

It was in our second year together, without warning, when he suggested we separate.

I was planning our first vacation with my rare time off when he said it. It felt absurd.

He looked at me with distant eyes, as if detached: “I can’t give you what you want.”

Just moments before, he’d spent ages fretting over my burned hand.

I thought long and hard, but besides money, I couldn’t imagine what could stand between us.

“It’s okay, we can work it out together.”

“We’re so young – if we just keep trying, we can have everything we want.”

“Besides, I don’t need you to be rich…”

He cut me off, gently patting my head as if we’d never meet again.

“Emma, I’m sorry. I hope you find someone better.”

We were young then, proud and stubborn, believing no one was irreplaceable.

So I didn’t beg, didn’t cry, just feigned calm dignity: “Alex, the truth is you’re a coward. You just don’t love

me enough.”

“If that’s how it is, let’s end this cleanly.”

truly overwhelming, how could he give up

thought I was being decisive,

practical, quick to discard anything that

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split, he vanished until fate pushed

was at an event I should never have been at, where I saw him

for words, his wine glass turning

the driver… what

speaking, walking past him.

if I missed this chance, we’d

my life, emotion won over reason, and I took

stopped suddenly, pushed through the crowd, running back to

shadowed pillar. When I reached him, I realized he’d been watching

watched as I fought through the crowd, using all my strength

ask this once–do you want to get back together? If you say

this once, I’d humble myself for

stayed silent for a long time, then lifted his wine glass to touch my raised forehead:

a fool who couldn’t hear the meaning behind “I can’t give you,” who couldn’t see through his flawed disguise.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

woke up in the hospital as dawn’s birds began their chorus at

more stark against the white walls and his dark hair, though tonight

suddenly?” Seeing me awake, he gently

bedside table sat an unfamiliar thermos. Come to think of

our home.

gaze, he explained: “I ordered some porridge. Feel up to trying some

know the stomach

emotions are sick.”

you? Tell me, I’ll deal

typical response – he’d often made

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