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,

was going to work out. Luke being

savor each

ONE MONTH LATER

each step echoing the cacophony of emotions raging

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

to machines that whispered

eyes dulled, mirroring the agony I felt within. I reached out to hold his hand, the touch so familiar yet foreign,

had transitioned into nights, which in turn led to endless hours of waiting and hopelessness The doctors came and went, their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my

of pain and illness. 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

of watching someone you love 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 filled our home, and whispered prayers escaped my lips

of life. I clung to those moments like a drowning soul to a life raft, holding onto the hope

lonely stretches of darkness that seemed to stretch into eternity. I

his hand and watching the rise and

fell were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed at

so raw and consuming that at times I felt

moments, when the rest of the 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

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.

s not just his battle to fight, but also ours. The pain of watching him

bond that would carry us through the darkest of times and

brightest of days

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

force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope in a

uncertainty and pain