The Love From Vengeance

341: HOLDING ON

ARIEL’S POV

Janice furrowed her brows, concern etched across her features. “Mom, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself like this. You’re hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I sighed, wincing as I adjusted myself on the bed. “But I had to make sure your dad

was okay.”

“But the doctors are taking care of him, right?”

“Yes, they are.” I nodded, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. “But I just needed to see him for myself, you know?”

Janice nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “I get it, Mom. But please, promise me you’ll take it easy. You need to focus on getting better too.”

“I promise,” I replied, offering her a weak smile. “Now, how about we both try to get some rest? We could

use it.”

Janice nodded, leaning against my shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

As we settled into the quiet room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. Together, we would confront numerous challenges, yet our unwavering unity would be the only thing that mattered.

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Storms could come and chaos might unfold, but with my blood by my side, those terrors would be so

bootless,

my eyes, I had to think of the things ahead and how everything was going to work out. Luke being there to hold me tight,

would savor each moment.

ONE MONTH LATER

seemed endless, each step echoing the cacophony of emotions

smell permeated the air, a constant reminder of

up to machines that whispered tales of his suffering

His once vibrant eyes dulled, mirroring the agony I felt within. I reached out to hold his hand, the touch so familiar yet foreign, as if he were slipping away with each passing moment. The beeping of the machines was a cruel symphony, and the rhythm of his heartbeat was a haunting melody that played on repeat in my

their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing

the darkness a flicker of light that guided me through the long and torturous nights: 1 whispered words of encouragement and promises of better days to come, knowing deep down that I was grasping at straws, trying to hold onto a reality

gasping for breath in a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The quiet hum of machines replaced the laughter that once

trials and tribulations of life. I clung to those moments like a drowning soul to a life raft, holding onto the hope that They would be sufficient to rescue her from the abyss. But

nights were the hardest, long and lonely stretches of darkness that seemed to stretch

holding his hand and watching the rise and fall of his

just a little longer. The tears that fell were a silent testament to the pain that

consuming that at times I felt it would

promises of a future we might never share 1

filled with setbacks and small victories that seemed like miracles in the making I knew for a fact that we would go through it all, clinging to each other–two souls bound by

was s not just his battle to fight, but also ours. The pain

a bond that would carry us through

brightest of days

the feeling, being optimistic, that any day soon we would walk hand in hand into the light of a

to be reckoned

uncertainty and pain