The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

The hospital corridors were unusually quiet at this early hour, the only sound being the soft shuffle of my footsteps against the linoleum floor. I reached the lobby, where the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the empty chairs and deserted reception desk. The automatic doors slid open with a soft whooshing, and I stepped out into the cool morning air.

The streets were just beginning to stir, and the sky was a canvas of pastel pinks and oranges as the sun peeked over the horizon. I made my way down the sidewalk, my breath misting in the crisp air. The city was slowly waking up, the hum of traffic in the distance mingling with the chirping of birds in the nearby

trees.

I turned the corner and spotted a small convenience store nestled between two towering buildings. The storefront was adorned with colorful neon signs advertising various goods, and a flickering “Open 24 Hours” sign beckoned to early risers like me. Yeah, that was kind of true.

The tantalizing smell of freshly baked pastries wafted out onto the sidewalk, making my stomach growl in response. So, stepping inside, I was greeted by the warm aroma of coffee and the soft murmur of a radio playing in the background.

The shelves were stocked with an array of goods, from canned goods to fresh produce; their vibrant colors were a welcome sight in the store. A friendly cashier stood behind the counter, a tired smile on his face, as he rang up a customer’s purchases.

“Good morning, Miss,” he greeted.

“Good morning.”

“How may I be of help to you?” He asked, yawning and stretching his arms.

“Well, I came to get myself some food,” I replied. “And you must be feeling tired, by the way.”

“Yeah, a job like this is so exhausting. You can go get what you want.”

“Okay.” I nodded with a smile.

I made my way through the aisles, selecting a few items to take back to the hospital. I picked out a ripe apple, a loaf of crusty bread, and a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese, each item carefully chosen with Luke in mind. He was going to love this, I think.

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As I made my way to the checkout counter, I couldn’t help but linger by the rows of colorful flowers, their blossoms nodding gently in the soft morning light.

to the cashier and stepped back out into the waking city. The streets were now bustling

back to the hospital, the sun rising higher in the sky with each

hospital doors open and made my way back to Luke’s room,

within me, and I couldn’t actually believe I was doing this. But I

I asked, gently touching his hand. But I took

You don’t have to keep

just being

should I say I felt like I’d been run over by a truck or

would you

don’t know. Because you ask too many

chuckled. “Okay, that’s a big lie right there. But anyway, I brought you some food. You need to eat

have enough

too much. The nurse wasn’t lying when she said you’re stubborn.”

“Don’t keep mentioning that word. What have you got

you want to eat now?”

“Well, of course.”

I teased him. “Don’t start acting like a two–year–old. Just show me what you got

I said, displaying the food I had bought for him. The

bread, and the wedge of sharp cheddar cheese. “It’s clear, right? Not hospital food, since you wanted

you think these are delicious?” Luke made

right away. “Yes. Why are you asking? You don’t like

looks really delicious. It’s going to make

“You

get the hell out of

wasn’t what the nurse said.‘

don’t care about what she

up to Luke’s mouth, taking small bites

I’d taste something as good