Project Time

Chapter 10 : Lost In A Disease

Days melted into rights as Trisha toiled over petri dishes and lab notes, her decdication into discovery a cure for her husband fueled by love and desperation. she fought against time, a silent adversary of her own, racing against the progression of the disease that threatened to steal her love of her life away.

In the hused moments of breakthroughs and setbacks, hope intertwined with heartaches. In Trisha's eyes mirrored the resilence of a woman determined to rewrite the ending of a story that had taken an unforeseen turn. She clung to the belief that her work, fueled by love and a scientist's tenacity, could smatch Paul from the clutches of an illness determined to claim him.

However, despite her tireless efforts, fate proved relentless. Paul's health deteriorated faster than the cure could take form. In the final moments, as he drew breaths that seemed to carry the weight of a lifetime, Trisha rushed to his hospital bed and saw him, gazing in the sunset at the window of his room.

Trisha softly said, "Paul?"

Paul replied, "Trish... yes?"

She immediately sat down beside him and commented, "You're so pale, love. But you're still handsome as ever."

He weakly chuckles and replied, "Thanks, dear. Listen, I need to tell you something."

She immediately got tearful as she remembered that there was not enough time left to save him. Paul said, "Promise me something."

She goes, "Anything, love. Just name it."

He softly said, "Promise me... you'll keep our dreams alive. The ones we talked about under the stars, remember?"

She smiled and replied, "Of...course. Even if it's impossible-"

He immediately said, "Nah, I know you can turn it into possible. I believe in you, Trish."

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He added, "And promise me that you'll find happiness again."

She just smiles, but weakly. She responded, "I promise. But only if you promise to wait for me on the other side."

He uttered, "Deal. But hurry up, will you?... I can't stand the thought of you being alone."

She added, "I won't be alone", as she started sobbing, she also added, "You'll be with me, always."

He exhaled and sudddenly coughs, then, "I love you, Trisha."

She replied, "I love you more... Paul."

He immediately added, "One more thing... promise me you'll keep smiling, even when I'm not there to see it."

Trisha was getting more and more emotional as she answered, "I will."

Paul softly said to her, "Thank you... for everything..."

Trisha squeezed his hand and her tears began to stream down her face as she replied, "Thank you, Paul. For loving me."

They sit in silence, holding hands, as Paul drifts into a peaceful sleep. He was gone. She held his hand, her gaze locked with his, silently conveying a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

As the lab equipment in the background, the echoes of love story cuts short lingered in the sterile air. The cure, a beacon of hope flickering in the dim light of the lab, stood as a testament to the lengths one woman would go to rewrite the ending of a narrative marked by the poignant intersection of love and loss.

In the aftermath of Paul's passing, Trisha found herself navigating the turbulent waters of grief, compounded by the bittersweet realization that she was carrying a piece of him within her -- a child that would embody their shared love.