LUCIEN'S POV
After a nurse calls for Cyrene, I kiss her bye and wish her luck for her session. I watch her wheel off into one of the many rooms full of equipment and hope. I know she had said that the possibility of her walking again is very, very slim and these sessions are just to help her keep fit and muscle intact and strong, but I knew when she was panicking outside, her thinking about us. About what I want from her.
But I don't want anything except to see her happy. I've told her multiple times and I wish she could see herself through my eyes. See how much I care about her.
I don't know if she heard the word I accidentally let slip. I didn't mean for it to come out, I've thought about it, but I didn't think I was ready. Until I accidently said it today and realised that I am in love with her.
I've been in love with her for a long time. And I don't think I want anyone else except her in my life.
As she goes into the room, I get up to leave. I spend the next few hours wondering the shops nearby and when she messages me, she'll be done in 10 minutes, I start to make my way back to the hospital.
Just as I enter, I see her at the end of the corridor, talking to who looks like a nurse and another guy in a wheelchair. His is slightly different, look like an electric one. But then I see his left arm is a robotic one, probably waiting to get matching ones for his missing legs.
Cyrene makes her way towards me and I kiss her hello. We make our way to the car as she talks about what she done today and listening to her makes me fill with pride and awe.
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