The Love From Vengeance

141 CAN’T SEE YOU

ARIEL’S POV

After having a conversation on the phone with someone concerning business, I made my way back to the hospital, greeted by the doctors around me. The building was now bustling.

I made my way back to Luke’s room, and the moment I opened the door, no one was inside. Luke’s bed was empty, like empty. I wondered where he had gone to. My conversation on the phone was really lengthy, no doubt about that. It went for minutes, and I was so lost in my business talk that I totally forgot how crazy this man could get.

“Luke, are you here? Are you hiding, or something?” I asked cautiously. Well, it could be possible he was playing hide and seek. Literally.

But no, he wasn’t in the room, so the question now here was: where had he gone? He couldn’t have left the hospital. If he had left, then I would have noticed because I was standing outside the building, making the phone call.

I quickly made my way out of the room and down the hallway towards the nurse’s station. As I approached, I could see that they were all busy with their duties, but I needed to find out where Luke had gone.

“Excuse me, have any of you seen Luke? He was in room 305, but now he’s gone, ” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

with a concerned expression on their faces. One of them, a kind–looking woman named Maria, spoke up. “I’m sorry, Ariel. We haven’t seen him since his

sent out to look for Luke. As we waited for them to arrive, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for not paying enough attention to Luke. I

I’ll go check the other floors; maybe he just wandered off,”

the floor; the man wasn’t there. Ugh, this was definitely not good. Okay, so it’s my fault now for making such a lengthy call? I’m definitely not going to put the blame on myself or feel guilty for anything. But I needed to find that man. I think I’ll just sit in his

here, right with Luke, but it seemed like that man wasn’t

in hand, I think I was ready for a well–deserved break. Yeah, it wasn’t easy

got recently, and it really made me crack up like hell on several occasions. It was useful mostly at work, when my head was about to go on fire. There were too many projects at hand, but someone needed a little rest. So what did

first video popped up—a hilarious cat wearing sunglasses attempting to dance. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the feline’s clumsy moves, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. Now, this was what

chaotic, pillow fight. I grinned, feeling the tension in my shoulders release with each giggle. The innocence and joy of

at the sight of the tiny furballs tumbling over one another in their earnest attempts to conquer the steps. It was a symphony of adorable chaos that left

doubled over, tears all over her face, as I watched the man’s startled expression transform into a mix of shock and embarrassment. It was truly absurd that I began to cry

heart swell at the pure, unadulterated joy radiating from the infant. The baby’s laughter was infectious, and I found myself joining in without

I felt this weight in me slipping away, replaced by a