When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Cordell hesitated, the silence weighing heavily in the room before he finally responded, his tone honest yet somber.

Theres a fifty-fifty chance of success.

But as it stands, the surgery is unavoidable.

If the blood clot continues to press on the nerves, it will endanger Matthews life sooner rather than later.

The color drained further from Stellas face as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Still, she refused to give up.

Isnt there any other way? Medication or something? Does it have to be surgery? Cordell shook his head, a look of helplessness in his eyes.

His voice was grave as he replied, Unfortunately, theres no alternative.

Right now, surgery is the only solution we have.

Stella suddenly felt adrift, as though she had been cast into an endless abyss of despair.

Deep down, she couldnt deny that part of her longed for Matthew to regain his memory, to return to the way things were before. But in this moment, more than anything, all she wished for was his survival-for him to live and thrive.

with no

suffocating helplessness threatened to shatter

indulge in sentimentality or shed tears easily, yet this time, she felt them building, ready to spill at any

silent, as if

with resolve, he looked at Cordell and said firmly, Cordell, arrange the surgery and the

Stella reached out, clutching Matthews arm as she pleaded

The painful.

ones surged through her, an

of losing another person

his gaze gentle but

he said with

I wont die.

the words came to him, but

steady gaze and the weight of his words, unable to form

her stunned expression, Matthews lips

added softly,

not so

still have so much left to

the man sitting

felt as though time had rewound