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.

L

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

bootless,

out. Luke

would savor each moment.

ONE MONTH LATER

corridors seemed endless, each step echoing the cacophony of emotions raging within me.

heavy with a burden I could barely carry. The sterile smell permeated the air, a constant

up to machines that whispered

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

their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing terror. Words like “critical–condition” and “uncertain prognosis hung in the air like a curse, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the powerlessness of my love to shield him.

in the darkness a flicker of light that guided me through the long and torturous nights: 1 whispered words of encouragement and promises

breath in a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The quiet hum of

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

and lonely stretches of darkness that seemed

holding his hand and watching the rise

were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed at

that at times I felt it would

words of love and devotion, promises of a future we might never share 1 would tell him of the dreams we had woven together

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 a love that had weathered the storm and emerged stronger on the other side. The pain of these days and nights lingered like a scar, a reminder of the fragility of

fight, but also ours. The pain

was unbreakable, a bond that would carry us through the darkest of

brightest of days

soon we would walk hand in

our love was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope

uncertainty and pain