บททั้งหมดของ Love's Healing Touch: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The days were beginning to blur together. What once felt like a temporary escape was starting to feel… permanent. Adrian had stopped counting how long he had been in the village. He wasn’t sure if that should concern him, but for now, he let himself exist in this strange, quiet world where—for the first time in years—he wasn’t despised. The girl—his only anchor to this place—had become a presence he no longer avoided. He still wasn’t sure why she cared so much. But each time she looked at him without fear, without disgust, a part of him wanted to believe that maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t as monstrous as the world had made him feel. Mornings had become predictable. He would wake up to the sound of her moving around the cabin, the scent of warm tea and bread filling the air. Some days, she would hum softly to herself—a melody that was both soothing and distant, as if it belonged to a memory she rarely shared. Adrian had begun helping her with small tasks—chopping wood, fixing things

Adrian had spent years building walls around himself, convinced that solitude was the only way to survive. But the longer he stayed in this village—the longer she stood by his side—the more those walls began to crack. He wasn’t sure if that terrified him or if, deep down, he wanted them to fall. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Adrian woke to the distant sounds of birds chirping, their songs unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. The soft golden light of dawn seeped through the small window of the cabin, casting long shadows on the wooden walls. For a moment, he stayed still, listening. He had spent months in this cabin, surrounded by nothing but silence. There had been no voices, no warmth, no presence other than his own. But now, that had changed. A gentle hum drifted through the air, followed by the rustling of leaves. It was her. Adrian pulled himself out of bed, running a hand through his unruly hair before stepping outside. There she w

The days continued to pass, but something between them had changed. The air was different—heavier, charged with something neither of them could name. Adrian wasn’t sure when it had started, but he felt it. And so did she. Even though he tried to fight it, the walls he had built so carefully were starting to crumble. It had been raining again. The sky was still gray, heavy with the promise of another storm. The ground was damp, and the scent of wet earth clung to the air as Adrian stepped outside, inhaling deeply. The fresh air felt good. He had spent too many days inside, confined to the small cabin, suffocated by his own weakness. But stepping out into the world didn’t make him feel better—it only reminded him of how much had changed. His body ached. Not from the virus, but from something deeper, something that refused to heal. Adrian had always been strong, always in control. Now, he could barely walk for more than a few minutes without feeling drained. It frustrated him. No

Adrian had spent years convincing himself that he didn’t need anyone. That trust was a weakness, and love was nothing more than a cruel illusion. But now, in the quiet moments between him and her, something inside him was shifting. It was terrifying. Because the more time he spent with her, the more he felt himself slipping—his carefully built walls cracking under the weight of her warmth. And he didn’t know how to stop it. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth after the night’s rain. Mist curled over the rolling hills, stretching far beyond the wooden fence that enclosed the small farm. The sky was painted in soft hues of pink and gold, signaling the beginning of a new day. Adrian stood alone on the porch, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was distant, locked onto the horizon where the sun was slowly rising. The world around him felt untouched, peaceful even. But inside his mind, a

Adrian had spent his life running—from his past, from people, from the fear of being hurt again. But now, something was changing. The walls he had so carefully built were cracking, letting warmth seep through in ways he never expected. And it was all because of her. But how long could he let himself feel this way before the fear swallowed him whole? The morning arrived with a soft golden hue spilling through the windows. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving behind the scent of wet earth and fresh grass. The sound of birds chirping filled the air, the world waking up in quiet harmony. Adrian woke up feeling... strange. For the first time in a long time, his body didn’t feel weighed down by exhaustion or bitterness. His mind, though still tangled with thoughts, was not as loud as it usually was. He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face before shifting his gaze toward the window. The view was pe