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Chapter 89 – The Cradle of Light
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Love's Healing Touch Chapter 89 – The Cradle of Light
The forest had never looked so alive.Elara walked just a few paces ahead of Adrian, her hand gently tugging him along the winding path like a promise yet fulfilled. The late spring sun scattered gold across the moss-covered ground, while birdsong echoed between the branches above them. Each step felt like a soft imprint on time, something sacred and significant. And yet, it was Adrian’s hand in hers that made the day feel real—grounded.His grip had changed.It wasn’t the tentative, trembling touch she had first felt all those weeks ago. Now, it was firm and steady—cautious still, yes—but filled with quiet determination. He had begun walking beside her, not behind.“Elara,” he murmured, and the way he said her name made her chest swell.She turned to him. His face, still marked faintly with the last remnants of the virus, held an openness she had rarely seen. For so long, Adrian had worn his pain like armor. Today, there was no armor. Only Adrian.“Yes?”He paused, stepping closer. “
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 88 – The Unspoken Truth
Adrian stood at the edge of the old stable, his hand braced on the wooden beam, listening to the soft rustling of hay as Elara moved inside. The air was thick with unspoken words. After everything—after the storm, after the kiss that still burned in his memory—he found himself once again afraid. Not of the virus, not of rejection, but of the aching vulnerability that came with loving her. Loving her deeply. Recklessly.Elara hummed a soft tune as she poured water into a trough, her hands steady, her back to him. The goats bleated gently as if sensing the tension that wrapped around them. He watched her, the way the morning light made her hair shimmer, the calm in her movements, the warmth she carried like a hearth in winter. She was the only thing in his life that made sense anymore. And that terrified him.He stepped inside. She turned slightly, her gaze meeting his. There was no accusation in her eyes, only quiet understanding—the kind that made it hard to lie to oneself. “You didn’
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 87 — The Confession Beneath the Stars
The air was heavy with the smell of pine and wet earth where Adrian stood on the boundary of the little meadow behind Elara's cottage. The moon was low, its pale silver light falling over the clearing. He could feel the ghost of her hand in his, the heat of her skin still searing like an image he had no desire to erase.Elara had stopped by to borrow a blanket, with the agreement that she would come back so they could sit outside together beneath the stars. Adrian remained where he sat, lost in the richness of all he experienced—gratitude, guilt, liking, and the chill of spine-tingling hope.When she returned, her figure soft against the moonlight, she was carrying more than just a blanket. A small basket swung from her arm, filled with two mugs of tea and a jar of honey.“You didn’t have to do all this,” he murmured as she spread the blanket on the grass.“I wanted to,” Elara replied gently. “You’ve had a hard day.”He smiled weakly, stooping down beside her, the burden of the night
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 86- Through the Storm
Heavy rain slammed against the windows of Elara's cottage as if echoing the whirlwind in her chest. Adrian hadn't spoken much since coming back to the cottage, dripping wet overcoat and eyes with something so much more volatile than that rage outside.He curled forward over the couch, shoulders forward, watching leaping hearth flames. Elara hadblanketed him hot and dried out and dressed him into dry clothes as well, but she remained beside him, shivering fingers lying to stir. To touch. To soothe. But she waited back—he needed to tell her first.Minutes dragged. Possibly hours. Time blurred into the gentle hiss of fire and distant keening of wind. And then, at last, he exhaled."I was at the water," Adrian gasped, his voice roughened."I saw myself there."Elara's gaze leaped from the teacup to hang, breathless."I was a ghost," he went on, eyes unfocused. "Something which I no longer know something, and unwanted."She drew breath. "You're not unwanted, Adrian."He shifted his head, s
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 85 — The Weight of Words Unspoken
The morning light filtered through the narrow curtains, throwing gentle shadows on the wooden floorboards. The light bird song was the only thing that filled the tiny cottage as Elara glided quietly in her kitchen, pouring two cups of tea. Her thoughts rested on the previous night—Adrian's suppressed anguish, his fleeting smile, his letting her fingers touch him without moving back.It was progress. Minimal, barely noticeable—but progress.She brought the mugs into the sitting room where Adrian sat by the fire, a slouch to his shoulders, fists balled in the blanket thrown across his knees. He didn't glance up when she came near, though his rigid body eased at the aroma of her chamomile tea."You didn't sleep well," she whispered, placing the hot mug into his hands.".He shook his head once, lips compressing into a thin line. "I don't think I've slept a whole night in years."Elara sat with him on the ground, knees drawn up under her. The fire crackled and spat, filling the air between
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 84 – “The Language of Silence”
The sun had risen early, and golden stripes stabbed through the hills, piercing through Elara's cottage windows' curved panes and gently falling on the wooden floorboards. The birds outside sang, their singing far away but continuous, a background to a dream not yet fully awakened. Elara stood at the stove, moving the bubbling porridge with one hand and grasping tightly in the other a small clump of wild chamomile she'd picked before dawn. She hesitated, looking down the passage at Adrian, who was still standing there. It was days since the fever had at last subsided, and his skin was now once again its usual color—but the darkness in his eyes did not hold.He had remained characteristically quiet since the village square stop, withdrawn even from his stoic withdrawal. While his physical form healed, Elara realized that something deeper—something more exquisite—was still off-kilter.By the time Adrian finally arrived, his footsteps were quiet. He said nothing, just sat beside the wind
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