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 without even trying?

thought I was being

practical, quick to discard

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none of

he vanished until fate

should never have been at, where I

for

the driver… what a

nodded without speaking, walking past

inexplicable feeling that if I missed

first time in my life, emotion won over reason, and I took a leap

stopped suddenly, pushed through the crowd, running

I reached him, I realized he’d been watching me the

as I fought through the crowd, using all my

I’ll only ask this once–do you want to get back together? If you say no, this is it for

this once, I’d humble myself for love.

lifted his wine glass to touch my raised forehead:

can’t give you,” who

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

up in the hospital as dawn’s birds began their chorus at 4 AM.

already pale, appeared even more stark against the white walls and his dark hair, though tonight he looked unusually

healed? Why such severe pain suddenly?” Seeing me awake, he gently massaged my stomac

bedside table sat an unfamiliar thermos. Come to think of it,

our home.

porridge.

my fingers: “Did you know the stomach is an emotional organ?

emotions are sick.”

Tell me, I’ll

typical response – he’d often made similar unconscious

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