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,

out. Luke being there to hold me tight, and Janice supporting the

savor each

ONE MONTH LATER

endless, each step echoing the

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

up to machines that whispered tales

familiar yet foreign, as if he were slipping away with each passing moment. The

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 growing terror. Words like “critical–condition” and “uncertain prognosis hung in the air like a curse, a constant reminder of the

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

a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The quiet hum of machines replaced the laughter that once filled our home, and

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

of darkness that seemed to stretch into eternity.

his hand and watching the rise and fall of his chest, willing

tears that fell were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed

consuming that at times

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

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

his battle to fight, but also ours. The pain

unbreakable, a bond that would carry

brightest of days

would walk hand in hand

be reckoned with, a beacon

uncertainty and pain