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CHAPTER SEVEN
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Y/N OCCUPIED HER HOSPITAL BED, her head bowed, strands of hair cascading down her neck, framing her delicate face. The room enveloped her in somber melancholy, an atmosphere steeped in a chilling coolness that seemed to seep into Suguru's very bones. The vase, cradling the flowers, stood on the table beside her, its contents seemingly surrendering to gravity as the petals slowly descended, a subtle cascade of color that blended seamlessly into the muted surroundings.
Suguru sat nearby, his presence steadfast as he believed he was engaged in a conversation with his beloved. Her lips moved with an entrancing grace, each word spoken like a delicate note in a symphony that had long captured his heart. Yet, despite his intent focus, the words remained elusive, a series of sounds that he strained to decipher. Every nuance, every inflection carried a weight of significance, and he yearned to bridge the unfathomable gap that kept their voices apart. But no matter how earnest his efforts were, her voice remained distant, a muffled melody that he could never quite comprehend—a haunting reminder of the connection that had been severed by an unyielding divide.
What was supposed to be a joyous sanctuary, a moment of shared happiness, felt strangely distant, like a mirage just out of his reach. The gulf between them seemed to widen, casting a shadow over the room that should have been filled with light. Despite being in such close proximity, there was an intangible barrier separating them, leaving Suguru with an ache of unfulfilled connection.
"Are those words meant for me, my love?" His voice quivered with a mixture of hope and desperation, a delicate balance between the yearning to bridge the gap and the frustration of not understanding the puzzle that had enveloped them. He watched her intently, searching for a hint of recognition or understanding in her eyes, longing for a connection that had once been so effortless.
As his gaze remained fixed on her, he noticed her grip on the blanket slowly loosening, her fingers finding their way to her upper arm in a gesture that seemed to convey both discomfort and distress. A sharp pang of concern shot through him, his heart aching to ease any pain she might be feeling. He wished he could offer her some solace, to reach out and comfort her, but the chasm between them felt insurmountable. For a fleeting moment, her gaze shifted away, and when it returned to meet his, her eyes held a depth of emotion that was impossible to ignore—a wellspring of profound agony that tugged at his heartstrings.
