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,

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

would savor each moment.

ONE MONTH LATER

step echoing the cacophony of

smell permeated the air, a constant reminder of the stark reality that awaited me behind those white doors. My beloved lay

that whispered

yet foreign, as if he were slipping away with each passing moment. The beeping of the machines was a cruel

came and went, their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing terror. Words like “critical–condition” and

His resilience was a beacon in 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 that was

suffer is like no other. It seeps into your bones, twists your insides, and leaves you gasping for breath in a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The quiet hum of machines replaced the laughter that once

a life raft, holding onto the

were the hardest, long and lonely stretches of darkness that seemed to stretch into eternity.

watching the rise and fall of his chest, willing him

tears that fell were a silent

at times I felt it

world slept and the only sound was the steady beep of the machines, I would whisper words of love and devotion, promises of a future we might never share 1 would tell him of the dreams we had woven together and

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

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

was unbreakable, a bond that would carry us

brightest of days

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

to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope in

uncertainty and pain