I stumbled back a step, tripping over the overgrown weeds and crashing to the ground. The gravel bit into my palms, sending a sharp pain through my hands. With a groan, I quickly stood up, eyes darting to the balcony.It was empty.But I knew Pierce was there.Swallowing hard, I didn’t hesitate and called out to the vacant balcony, "Pierce, can we meet? Please?"There was no response."Pierce, I know everything now. Stop lying to me. It was me who misunderstood you and hurt you time and again. I’m the one who should apologize."My voice broke, tears spilling freely as all the bitterness and regret that had built up inside finally burst free."Pierce, just meet with me, please. I’m begging you."I stood there, gasping for breath, hoping desperately for a response. Finally, his voice came, cold and distant."Go away. I don’t want to see you."The words hit me like a blow, and I collapsed to the ground. My eyes grew hollow as memories of our time together flashed through my mind. I cover
Pierce had finally agreed to see me.I followed Grace into the estate. The house was dim, filled with an eerie silence. Despite the presence of several family doctors, not a word was spoken. As I entered, all eyes turned toward me. I gave a slight nod and made my way upstairs to the last bedroom. The strong scent of medicine hit me the moment Grace pushed the door open, and my legs almost gave out beneath me.It had only been a few months, but Pierce’s face was gaunt, his cheeks hollow, and his pale lips barely clung to life. He struggled to sit up in bed, his expression twisted with pain. Tiny beads of sweat covered his forehead, and every small movement seemed to bring him agony.Unable to accept the sight before me, Pierce didn’t even look at me. Instead, he stared blankly out the window, watching the rain fall.My soaked clothes dripped steadily, forming a small puddle at my feet as I trembled and slowly stepped toward him.Tentatively, I reached out to take his hand, but he pul
My heart skipped a beat, and my hand hovered in midair. Pressing my lips together, I stepped around the shattered teacup and quietly entered the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click.As the latch clicked, Pierce gasped for air, his eyes lifting to meet mine. I felt a surge of nervousness, my fingers clutching at the hem of my shirt as I slowly made my way to his side."Pierce..." I called his name softly.He exhaled deeply, sinking back against the headboard. His eyes fell shut, and his lashes, delicate as feathers, trembled slightly."It must hurt... how long has it been like this?" My voice quivered as I spoke, my hand gently resting on his chest, trying to ease his breathing. Tears threatened to spill over, my heart breaking at the thought of how much he must have suffered in silence.I wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and Pierce lowered his head without saying a word.I thought he wouldn’t answer, so I didn’t push him.But to my surprise, he took a deep b
I pushed aside all my work and stayed at the Donovan estate to take care of Pierce. I cooked his favorite dishes and stayed by his side, watching as the pallor of his face slowly gave way to a faint blush. He often smiled softly, gently caressing my cheek, and each day, his spirits lifted a little more. Under my care, the violent coughing that had plagued him for so long finally began to ease. The once dim and dreary bedroom now welcomed a bit of light.When his body was too weak to move, I would push his wheelchair around the house and garden, showing him the flowers I had recently planted. The warm breeze carried the scent of blooms, and as I tucked my windblown hair back, I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.Pierce seemed flustered by the kiss, gripping the arms of the wheelchair so tightly his knuckles turned white. He reached for my hand, and I knelt beside him, carefully resting my head against his shoulder.Before us stretched a field of flowers swaying in the wind.It was th
After the doctor left and the door closed behind him, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I threw my arms around Pierce’s shoulders.The man who had once been too critically ill for any hospital to attempt surgery was now showing signs of improvement. His chances of a successful operation were much higher.Pierce gently cupped my face in his hands, and we shared a smile.Leaning against his chest, I listened to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The dark shadow of death had lifted, replaced by the hope of healing and the joy of a second chance.When Pierce recovered, I promised myself I would take him to watch the sunrise by the sea, to have afternoon tea abroad, and to visit any place he desired. Wherever Pierce wanted to go, I would be by his side, no matter how far.Just then, Pierce lightly pinched my cheek, pulling me back from my wandering thoughts."Florence, you know there are still risks with the surgery," he said.My heart sank, but I forced a smile. "You’ve come so fa
My days with Pierce had grown sweeter, and everyone was eagerly waiting for his surgery and recovery. But just two days before the operation, something terrible happened.When I woke up that morning, the familiar warmth of his embrace and kiss was missing. I shot up, suddenly wide awake, and turned to find the bed beside me rumpled, but empty.Getting out of bed, I called out hesitantly, "Pierce?"A wave of dread washed over me, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.The house was eerily quiet, empty.Suddenly, my foot bumped into something.Panic gripped me.When I saw Pierce collapsed near the bathroom door, my heart plummeted.I quickly dialed the family doctor and frantically called Grace, who had gone out to buy groceries.Pierce was now lying in a hospital bed, and the doctor had pulled me out of the room. As the door to his room closed, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I covered my face, sobbing, tears pouring uncontrollably through my fingers.Gr
During our passionate relationship, Pierce Donovan disappeared from my life without a word. He was fifteen years older than me. Since he was my uncle, I should’ve treated him with more formality, but our relationship crossed the line three years ago.I still remembered that night—Pierce was drunk when he kissed me, finally admitting the love he’d kept buried for years. But the next morning, he left with nothing more than a simple goodbye, disappearing without a trace, and for three long years, I searched for him everywhere.Now, standing at the door of room 603, seeing Pierce again, the warmth in his eyes, once filled with love, was gone. What replaced it was nothing but cold indifference. If it weren’t for the small mole near the corner of his eye, I would’ve thought I had the wrong person."Florence, we’ve broken up. Don’t come bothering me again." His words were cold, piercing like a blade straight to my heart. I stood there frozen, staring at his face which appeared both familia
Following Tanya’s advice, I changed into the outfit she gave me, and after downing a few more drinks at her urging, I found myself once again standing at the door of room 603. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself before knocking.Pierce opened the door, surprised to see me. He hadn’t gone to bed yet, and his clothes were still neat.“What are you doing here?”Fueled by the alcohol, I didn’t say a word. Instead, I threw myself into his arms. He smelled incredible. As my jacket slipped off, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my exposed skin pressing against the cool fabric of his shirt. Pierce stumbled back a couple of steps, startled, trying to push me away, but in the end, he just closed the door behind us.“Why are you dressed like this?”I half-closed my eyes, tilting my head up to lock my gaze with his.There was a flicker of tension in his eyes, the stern look on his face softening slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but I pressed a finger to his lips.Standing o