𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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The hospital room was filled with an anxious energy as I prepared for my discharge.
The doctors had cleared me, but the reality of leaving the hospital and facing the world again felt both exhilarating and daunting. I had fought hard to defeat death, and now I was finally stepping back into life.
Besides Dada, Amara had taken care of everything for me-my clothes were neatly washed and pressed, and she had even brought the keys to my bike.
It felt like a new beginning, like I could finally tick off the things I wanted to do.
Amara entered the room, her eyes bright with a mixture of happiness and apprehension. She handed me my belongings, her voice warm and encouraging. "Here's everything you need. Dada is in the new apartment, waiting for your return."
"Thank you, Amara," I said, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Her support meant more to me than I could express.
We shared a moment of silence, our eyes locking. I noticed a nervous tremor in her gaze. "Vivian, I have something to tell you," she said softly.
I tensed, wondering if she was about to propose or share something life-changing. My mind raced, struggling to find the right words or response. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. I admit, I've genuine feeling for her but I don't want to confuse it for gratitude. I believe she's too good for me to keep.
"Can we not wait?" I asked, trying to buy some time to process whatever was coming.
"What?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "I told Vani everything."
Her smile was tinged with sadness, but it was clear she was trying to hold it together for my sake. I admired her strength and the sacrifices she made for me.
"What did she say?" I asked, my voice low.
"She cried," Amara said, her own eyes welling up. "But she's on her way here to see you."
Oh Amara!
Her sacrifice for my happiness was evident, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I reached out and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Amara."
"Can you get me a bouquet? I want to give it to her," I asked, needing something to distract myself from the turmoil inside me.
Amara's face fell slightly, but she nodded and left the room. I changed into my clothes, but the scent of her lingered on them-comforting and fresh. It made me question whether I had ever loved Vani the way I felt for Amara. There was definitely a deep care and affection for Vani, but the intensity of my feelings for Amara was undeniable.
Suddenly, the serenity of the hospital was shattered by the sharp, echoing bursts of gunfire. My heart pounded in terror.
"Amara!" I yelled, rushing out of the room, my mind reeling with fear.The hospital corridors were now chaotic-a blur of smoke, screams, and frantic movement. My breaths were ragged as I searched for her.
Finally, I spotted her in a corner near the elevator, her body slumped against the wall. The scene was a nightmare: blood, chaos, and the shrill sound of sirens filling the air.
"No, Amara!" I shouted, rushing to her side. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing labored. "Hold on, please."
"I wanted to see you- . Before- " she whispered, her voice barely audible. Despite her pain, she managed a faint smile. "Before I die."
"No, please, don't say that," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "Not now. We still have time."
"I want you to live- be happy- You. Vani" she said, her tears mingling with the blood on her face.
"My mother- she - look."
Her words trailed off, but I understood. Her last thoughts were with her mother and with me. The bouquet she had carried fell from her hand, its vibrant colors now marred with blood.
Amara's breathing grew shallow, her eyes closing. I cradled her head in my lap, my heart breaking into pieces. "Amara, no- I love you. I love you more than you can know."
I was on my knees beside her, sobbing uncontrollably.
"This is my fault. I should have been the one to die, not you. Please, Amara, I'll do anything. Just stay with me."
The pain was unbearable-a void so deep that nothing in my life had prepared me for it. Not the cancer, not even Vani leaving. I had never felt so utterly lost.
"I love you, Amara," I cried out, my voice breaking with despair.
"Please don't leave me. I need you here."
But it was too late. Her body grew still, and the light in her eyes was extinguished. I continued to hold her, my cries echoing through the empty hallway, a mournful testament to a love that was never meant to be.
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AUTHORS'S NOTE: Life's unpredictable. It's the first time we see Vivian cry! Sorry guys.
