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,

to work out. Luke being there to hold me tight, and Janice supporting the both of us. With smiles

would savor

ONE MONTH LATER

endless, each step echoing the cacophony

a burden I could barely carry. The sterile smell permeated the air, a constant reminder of the stark reality that awaited

machines that whispered tales

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

a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing terror. Words like “critical–condition” and “uncertain prognosis hung in the

and torturous nights: 1 whispered words of encouragement and promises

a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and

the memories we shared and in the love that bound us together through the 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 deep down, I knew that love alone was not always a match for the cruel

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

watching the rise

little longer. The tears that fell were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed at my

consuming that at times I felt

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 the plans we had made,

by a love that had weathered the storm and emerged stronger

but also ours. The pain

carry us through the darkest of times and the

brightest of days

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

force to be reckoned with, a

uncertainty and pain