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Julian's POVI slowly opened the door to the bedroom. The light was really bright. It made my head hurt even more.Julian was standing in front of me. His face looked really tense. "Oh my God!" I felt like I was going to fall over for a second. My body started to sway.Julian caught me before I could fall."Easy, easy." He was holding me tightly like I might break or something.I found myself leaning against Julian's chest. My body felt really weak like a cloth that is too heavy to lift."Come on, let's go sit on the sofa." He picked me up carefully. Carried me to the living room. He put me on the sofa. I was sitting in a way that I wouldn't feel dizzy.Julian went to the kitchen. I came back with a cup of something warm."Here, drink this slowly." I took the cup from him. My hands were shaking. "Thank you." Julian asked, "Is this because of the chemotherapy?"

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Vivienne's POV I finished the porridge slowly forcing each spoonful down my throat. It was still hard to eat. I knew I had to. The emptiness I felt earlier was worse and it made me throw up. I thought I was going to die or something.When I was halfway done with the bowl I started to feel a little warmer. The nausea went away. My head did not spin as much.Julian, who was sitting next to me at the time watching me, finally said something. "Do you want to sleep?" I shook my head. "I am not sleepy." My body was really tired. My mind was wide awake.He looked at me for a moment then pulled me into his arms. His hug was warm and tight like he was trying to hold me up."I am sorry," he whispered, his voice shaking a bit. "I do not know what to do. I feel like all I can do is watch you hurt. I cannot stop it."I closed my eyes. Rested my face on his chest. The smell of his soap was nice and it calmed me down a little.A

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Vivienne's POV“You should take a rest.”He did not answer away but I could tell from the way he looked at me that his thoughts were still far from calm.Then finally he spoke, his voice low like a secret he had been keeping for too long."I am serious, Vivienne. If she was not pregnant I think I would have divorced her."I froze. My heart felt tight. His words made me feel colder than the bathroom floor earlier.I held my breath for a moment before saying, "Do not say that.""Why?" Julian looked at me, his jaw tight. "She-""If I die," I said slowly, choosing my words carefully, "who will be a mother to Maximilian?"Julian went still. His breath. The hand that had been holding me tensed as if the world had suddenly stopped."Vivienne," his voice was a fragile whisper. "Do not talk like that.""I am just telling the truth," I replied gently. "You know the reality, Julian.""I do no

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Vivienne's POVJulian finally looked away, his fingers still holding mine though not as tight as before. He was like someone who was scared. Too tired to keep fighting what was real.Time seemed to slow down.I could feel my energy going away. Even talking a little had made my breathing harder.I moved a bit on the sofa trying to find a spot though nothing felt right when I was feeling this way.Julian did not let go of my hand.For some reason I did not want him to.A few seconds went by in silence. Then Julian spoke in a voice that was barely loud enough to hear.Julian put his head down, his fingers holding my hand tight. "I do not want to lose you," he said quietly.My heart felt sad. Part of me wanted to say he already lost me a time ago when he went back to Ophelia but I did not want to hurt him.I lifted my hand and touched his cheek gently. "That is why you should not talk about divorce."

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Julian'S POV That morning felt really calm.I stood in the living room watching Vivienne and Maximilian sitting close on the sofa. Maximilian was busy looking at his phone smiling at photos from earlier. Vivienne just smiled softly even though I knew she wasn’t fully recovered yet.There was something in my chest that felt warm and tight at the time.I couldn’t just sit here. Do nothing.Vivienne needed food. Not just instant. Whatever was around. After chemotherapy her body needed something that could really help not something to fill her stomach.“I looked toward the kitchen. It was still neat – too neat for a place that should feel alive with family routines. There was no smell of cooking, the faint smell of last night’s porridge. No sound of utensils being used. Everything felt temporary. Like we were just passing through a moment that didn’t really belong to us.My gaze went back to Vivienne. She leaned back on the sofa

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Julian's POV Then, I turned my gaze to Vivienne. She was still perched there, looking tiny in a bit too big sweater. Her face was light, but there was a peace I couldn’t really say why."I won't take long," I said again, for some reason feeling the need to say it again.Vivienne nodded. “Be careful on the road.”I grabbed my car key but before I left, my feet stopped at the door.I turned back.They were still there. Maximilian had begun to tell a tale with excitement, while Vivienne listened with a gentle smile.That sight held me in place.If only life could be this simple.If only I didn’t need to worry about all the stuff outside this flat.If just there was no Ophelia, no meddling, no picks that had to be done.I swallowed, then opened the door.“I’m heading out,” I said.“Bye, Dad!” Maximilian called.Vivienne just lifted her hand a bit, grinning softly.

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