The Rebirth of Love
I would fight for her, even if it meant fighting against the odds, against the whispers of doubt, against the cruel hand of fate.
Because my love for her was a force more powerful than any storm, a love that could move mountains, a love that could defy even death itself.
And I would wait, with a heart full of hope and a soul filled with love, for the day she woke up.
Sa loob ng tatlong buwan, gano'n lang ako lagi. Walang palya. Kahit ngayon.
I sat by her bedside, my hand clasped in hers, her skin cool and lifeless beneath my touch. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor, the steady rise and fall of her chest, were a cruel mockery of life, a constant reminder of the fragility of existence.
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