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,

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

savor

ONE MONTH LATER

echoing the cacophony

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

up to machines that whispered

the touch so familiar yet foreign, as if he were slipping

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

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

you gasping for breath in a world that suddenly seems

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

were the hardest, long and lonely stretches of darkness that seemed

his hand and watching the rise and fall of his chest, willing him to hold

that fell were

raw and consuming that at times I felt it would swallow me whole.

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

it all, clinging to each other–two souls bound by a love that had weathered the storm and emerged

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

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

brightest of days

soon we would walk hand

be reckoned with, a beacon of hope in

uncertainty and pain