UNTIL THE LAST BREATH

UNTIL THE LAST BREATH

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His heartbeat was racing, louder than ever. He pushed the door open suddenly, but even the sound of it didn't make her turn around. She didn't look at him once. Seeing her like that filled him with a strange kind of fear, something he had never felt in his entire life. Without a word, he walked straight to her and gently pulled the shawl from her shoulders. She didn't react, didn't move. He looked at her face, and then, without a moment's hesitation, unzipped the side of her dress just enough to see what his mind already dreaded. His eyes widened in shock, these scars telling the story of her torture. For a second, time stopped. Then he shut his eyes tightly, the truth too painful to bear, and pulled her into his arms as if trying to hide her from the whole world. His hands trembled, his breath came unevenly, but there were no words, only silence, heavy and breaking. A tear slipped from his eye, and with a deep, shaking breath, he whispered the only word his heart could form. "Meher."
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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