After a few more days in the hospital, Sarah was finally released. I drove her home and helped her inside, fussing over her the whole way. She laughed and brushed me off, but I could tell she appreciated my care.
We spent the next few weeks taking it easy. I stayed over frequently, helping with chores and cooking her favorite meals. Sarah regained her strength slowly but surely, gradually moving from the couch to short walks around the block. I cherished our quiet time together, curled up watching movies and talking for hours.
Eventually Sarah was back to her old self, only a faint scar in her hair reminding us of what we had been through. Our relationship had changed though - we were closer than ever, more appreciative of every moment together.
One evening as I set the table for dinner, Sarah came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "I have something for you," she said, handing me a small box.
I opened it to find a key. I looked at her questioningly. "It's a spare key to my house," she said softly. "I want you to have it. I want you to finally move in with me. Officially."
I beamed at her. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I almost lost you. I don't want to waste another second."
I kissed her then, putting all my love into it. When we pulled apart, I held up the key. "In that case, I'd love to move in with you."
Sarah grinned. "I love you, so much."
"I love you too." I replied. Our future together had never been clearer.
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RomanceA love that lasts through anything. Sarah and Michael have known each other their whole lives. But it wasn't until one fateful car ride - and a song on the radio - that they realized their friendship had blossomed into something more. Their l...
