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Pain in Memories I
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Too Close To Handle The Night They Chose Each Other
The night deepened around them, the hum of the city fading into the quiet rhythm of their breaths. Edward’s hand still rested at the small of Abigail’s back, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles against her skin through the thin fabric of her blouse.Neither spoke. Words felt too fragile for the moment, too small for everything that pulsed between them.Abigail looked up at him — the curve of his jaw lit by the city’s soft glow, the tenderness in his eyes. There had been a time when that gaze terrified her — when love had felt like a promise destined to be broken. But now, standing in his arms, she understood that what frightened her wasn’t love… it was the possibility of losing it again.“Edward,” she whispered, her voice trembling but sure.He tilted his head, waiting.“I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”His expression softened, his hand coming up to cradle her fac
Too Close To Handle One Heartbeat at a time
The first light of dawn slipped quietly through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft golden hue. Abigail stirred, her lashes fluttering open to the sound of steady breathing beside her. For a moment, she didn’t move. She only watched — the way the sunlight touched Edward’s face, the calm rise and fall of his chest, the peacefulness she hadn’t seen in him for so long.He had fallen asleep sitting beside the bed again, one arm resting on the mattress, his hand still loosely holding hers. The gesture was so simple, yet it carried all the words neither of them had dared to speak.Her heart ached, but in a gentler way this time. The pain was still there — it always would be — but now it pulsed alongside something else: gratitude. Hope, perhaps.Abigail slowly sat up, careful not to wake him. She studied his face — the faint shadows under his eyes, the traces of exhaustion softened by devotion. This man, who once li
Too Close To Handle I stayed because you’re still my home
Edward paused in the doorway of the guest room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp spilling across the quiet space. His brows furrowed when he saw Abigail sitting at the edge of the bed, her hands folded neatly on her lap as if bracing herself for his arrival.“Why are you sleeping here?” he asked gently. His voice was calm, but there was a faint note of hurt beneath it.After the confrontation at the convent, Abigail had come with him willingly—silent, distant, but compliant. She hadn’t argued or complained. He knew she wasn’t ready to face his father or anyone else after what had happened. And truthfully, he wasn’t ready either. Seeing his family again would only remind him of the pain that had taken everything from them.He took a step closer. “We have our own room, Abigail. Why—”“I’m more comfortable here,” she said quietly, her tone steady but fragile. “I came with you, but that doesn’t mean…”“Doesn’t mean you want to live as husband and wife again?” he finished for her softly.
Too Close To Handle Dangerous hope that maybe
Days passed quietly in the orphanage.The rhythm of life there was simple — bells in the morning, prayers before breakfast, laughter echoing faintly from the courtyard where children played.Abigail had always thought of silence as punishment. But here, in these soft, measured days, silence began to feel like something else — a kind of mercy.She woke each morning to the scent of bread baking in the kitchen. The air was cool, filled with the sound of small feet running down the halls. Sometimes one of the younger girls would peek through the door, eyes wide with curiosity.“Are you the lady from the rain?” they would ask, and she would smile faintly, nodding.“Yes. The one who forgot her umbrella.”They would giggle and disappear again.At first, she barely spoke to anyone. She spent her hours helping in the garden behind the chapel, her hands finding comfort in the soil — planting, watering, tending. There was something about watching things grow that eased the ache inside her, even
Too Close To Handle He would become her world instead.
Edward hadn’t slept.It had been three days since Abigail disappeared from the hospital, and each morning felt colder than the last. Her letter — folded and worn from being read too many times — stayed in his pocket like a wound that refused to close.He’d searched everywhere.Her previous apartment. The places she used to visit. Even the chapel where she liked to light candles after long days. Every street he drove down felt like chasing a ghost.Every night, he told himself he’d stop — that if she wanted to be found, she would have left a sign. But every morning, he woke up and started again. Because not looking felt like giving her permission to vanish completely.The sky was dull and gray that afternoon when he found himself driving toward the edge of the city. Rain had just begun to fall again — a thin drizzle that blurred the windshield and painted the world in muted silver.He didn’t know what drew him down that road. Maybe instinct. Maybe desperation. Or maybe, some quiet part
Too Close To Handle Not in the way pain breaks
When Abigail left the hospital, she didn’t know where to go. Her body simply moved — as if her heart, not her mind, was steering her.The road blurred beneath the soft drizzle of morning rain until she found herself standing before her grandmother’s grave. It was the only place that had ever felt like home.She knelt beside the cold marble, tracing the faint letters of her grandmother’s name with trembling fingers. The scent of wet grass lingered in the air.“If you were still here,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “I wouldn’t be this lost.”She closed her eyes.Images flooded her — the gentle hands that once brushed her hair, the lullabies that promised the world wasn’t as cruel as it seemed. But those hands had been gone for years, and the world had proved itself cruel over and over again.When her grandmother died, everything else had followed — her parents’ affection, her place in the family, her sense of belonging. They’d sent her away to the convent, to a life measured by sil
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