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Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

She held that thought close as she went back into the room, closing the door behind her, knowing tomorrow would ask even more of her than today. She sat at the small chair by the window, not sleeping, just waiting. Waiting for morning, for the next dose, for the next insult she would pretend not to feel. Somewhere between those waits, she understood something clearly. Loving him wasn’t loud. It wasn’t hopeful. It was quiet endurance, choosing to stay even when leaving would hurt less. That knowledge scared her more than anything else, because once she accepted it, there would be no easy way back.

"A man who built himself out of the ashes. A man who still protects the people he loves, even if he pretends not to love them at all. A man who’s trying, even if he doesn’t know how to ask for help." For a moment, the only sound between them was the quiet ripple of water. Then Damian leaned back on his palms and murmured, "That sounds exhausting." I smiled softly. "That’s why you have me now. To ease the exhaustion." He glanced at her again. "You’re not what I expected." "Neither are you." They sat there in silence, the kind that spoke more than words, the kind that healed wounds not by fixing them, but by simply saying, *I see you. I’m here.*

Shadows danced across the photographs. "I am coming for you. I know you do not want me to. I know you think you are better off with him. But he does not know you like I do. He does not know that you hum in your sleep. Or that you eat the edges of your bread first and save the middle for last. Or that you are afraid of thunderstorms but pretend you are not." My eyes burned. I pressed the heels of my palms against them until I saw stars. "He will never love you the way I do. Because my love for you is not a choice. It is a sickness. And I do not want to be cured."

Sophia’s shy smile Dino’s steady, protective gaze Elena’s peaceful demeanour beside me Before we eat, I said quietly, resting both palms on the table, I’d like to raise a small toast. The others turned their eyes to me, attentive, silent. To love, I continued, my voice calm but filled with conviction. To the kind of love that travels miles uninvited, crosses dangerous roads, and knocks on doors even when it fears rejection. To the kind of love that heals old wounds, restores broken hearts, and makes enemies into sisters again. Sophia lowered her gaze, tears already gathering. Dino’s jaw tightened slightly. Elena gently reached for my hand beneath the table.

But sometimes, late at night, when the flashbulbs are gone and the champagne has lost its fizz, I hear a quieter truth in my chest: If I could speak every language or design cities that outlive empires, if I could touch hearts through stone and glass, and still not love, I’d be nothing. I’ve lived enough to know now: love isn’t loud. It isn’t boastful. It doesn’t flaunt itself in headlines or hide behind the arms of beautiful strangers. Real love is patient. Quiet. Enduring. The kind that doesn’t need the world to see it, only the right heart to feel it.

I want to go to him, to go to them both and comfort them, give them words of hope and encouragement but I have none. He is actually gone, my precious little miracle, I already love him more than life itself and yet I have been robbed of the chance to tell him that, to show him. The thought of living without him is too much, I have endured until now with all that life has thrown in my way but not this. This is too much. I feel the room begin to spin, my legs go weak under me and a blackness deeper than the darkest night creep through me. The last thing I hear is them call my name as I welcome the darkness allowing it to consume me.

Durani Did he really just say he loves me? That they love me? "Wh what did you just say" they can't love me not so soon I mean we just met, how can they want me I'm damaged. broken, worthless, I'm a know body. Dante sits on the foot of my hospital bed and rubs my leg in a soothing manner takes in a slow breath then says.

“At least, I thought I held a place in your life to know about—” Her sobs burst forth, uncontrolled and loud. She buries her face in her hands, gasping for air between heavy sobs. “How could you marry someone else? I... I waited for you. I have loved you for years!” Damien sits silently in his wheelchair, cold and unmoved, his gaze locked onto her as if she were a stranger. No trace of warmth or sympathy softens his expression. His silence feels like a slap, making her sobs grow louder.

Somehow, finding comfort in talking to this empty space, like maybe on some level, he would hear me, and I can get closure from talking to darkness. “Are you really out there, falling in love with someone else? Looking at her…touching her…..kissing her……. Don’t I matter anymore?” Syaing it out loud hurts like a thousand daggers being driven into my chest. My body is throbbing with the effort of existing, and I'm so very tired. The kind of fatigue that sleep cannot help. “You told me you loved me, but you left me behind so fast I don’t think that was true.”