Aaron didn’t think. His mind went blank, and his heart raced.Without thinking about the risk, without considering the hazard to himself, he sprinted across the street toward Marie. He needed to get to her. He couldn’t let the truck hit her. She had to be secure.As he ran, everything around him blurred. His attention changed to her. On saving her. Marie’s extensive, terrified eyes had been all he should see, and he knew if he didn’t get to her, it might be too late.The truck came too near. Her frame became motionless, her eyes wide with terror, and in that moment, he realized how much he cared for her."Aaron!" a voice shouted from behind him, however, he couldn’t prevent it.It was Susann. She was yelling his name, her voice complete with shock and panic. He should have listened to the fear in her tone, but there had been no time to look back. There was no time to assume. He had to save Marie. He had to do something. His frame turned into already transferring, the sound of his feet
Marie’s eyes fluttered open; she turned and was hit with a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. She winced, elevating a hand to her forehead, looking to block out the pain. Her surroundings were unusual, the white walls and the odor of antiseptic hitting hersenses. It took a moment for her to realise where she was. She was in a hospital room.She attempted to sit up straight, but the ache in her head simplygrew worse, and she lay going into reverse, respiration closely. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the whole lot. The tender hum of machines and the faint sound of footsteps outdoors had been the best noises she may have wanted to listen to.Then, recollections rushed into her head as if a transfer had just been flipped. The image of Aaron being hit with the truck, the sound of the effect, his blood on the road—the whole lot came flooding back, and panic rose in her chest. Her breath stuck in her throat as she whispered, “Aaron!”She got up on the mattress, igno
“She’s my wife, and I love her with the whole of me.” Aaron’s voice becomes clean, full of conviction.Marie just stood outside the door, iced up. His phrases had been like a lifeline thrown to her in a sea of uncertainty, a lifeline she hadn’t recognised she wanted until that second.Her heart warmed, and she felt a rush of emotions. Her mind screamed at her to leave, to let him have this second with Howard, but the door creaked barely beneath the stress of her stillness.Aaron and Howard glanced up at the sound, their attention now on the door. Marie’s heart raced in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She had been stuck eavesdropping. With a smooth exhale, she pushed the door open fully.As soon as Aaron saw her, his face changed. His concern for her changed into seeing the warm temperature in his eyes blended with the worry he continually carried for her. He sat up a bit straighter in the bed, his bandaged head making him appear fragile, extra susceptible than she had eve
Marie’s heart skipped a beat whilst Aaron lightly pulled her closer. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his eyes tender, his face packed with something she hadn’t seen visible before — pure vulnerability. It wasn’t like the closing time, when everything was rushed and filled with so many unspoken things among them. This time, it became unique.Aaron’s lips met hers slowly, tenderly. The kiss becomes gentle and unhurried, full of warmth and longing. For a second, it felt like time had stopped. All of the chaos, all the pain, the misunderstandings — everything dwindled. All that mattered in that second was the feeling of his lips towards hers and the tenderness he became showing her.Marie was surprised in the beginning. She had never predicted this, in no way an idea that when the whole lot they had been through, they might come so far. But as she felt the burden of his kiss, the sincerity of it, she kissed him back, her fingers trembling as they reached as much as hold h
The next day, Marie and Aaron were discharged from the hospital. Aaron’s head was still bandaged, however, it seemed like he was recuperating. As they left the hospital, Susann stood by, her face showing signs of worry. She had helped them pack their things, and as they stood at the doorway of the hospital, she excused herself, giving the couple a few areas.“I’ll take a look at it later,” Susann stated softly before leaving.Marie gave her a small smile and a nod. “Thank you, Susann. We’ll be okay.”When they got into the car, Aaron’s hand found Marie’s, and for the time in a protracted at the same time as they held arms with no limitations between them. It felt natural, comforting.As they arrived home, Aaron’s steps were slower than usual, but he became determined. Marie helped him to the door and opened it for him. “I don’t need to be alone in my room,” Aaron said, his voice low, nearly hesitant.Marie turned to him, amazed. “But you need relaxation,” she said lightly, her voice
Marie and Aaron lay in each other's arms, and the world outside the room appeared some distance away. He wrapped his arms around her as if not wanting to ever let her go, and she pressed herself against him.For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace. She felt that the burden of the whole world which has been troubling her have been lifted up her shoulders, the questions and all the uncertainties seemed to fade into space. At this moment, it becomes just the two of them.As they lay there inside the quiet, the gentle knock at the door broke the stillness. Marie quickly sat up, startled by the sound of the door. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, and started to get up. But before she could flow too far, Aaron’s hand gently grabbed her arm, pulling her go in reverse into his chest."Permit’s me to live like this," Aaron whispered, his voice low, however firm. "It does not matter who’s on the door."Marie paused, nevertheless feeling surprised at how effort
Howard sat alone in his office, the heavy silence surrounding him. His huge desk, cluttered with papers and a tumbler of whisky, appeared to feature the oppressive environment. He became misplaced in notion, staring into space, his thoughts racing through the activities of the past few days.His arms tightened around the glass, his grip tight with frustration. He had suspected for some time that something had changed. He had watched his son, seen the way Aaron had acted around Marie, and it didn’t sit down properly with him. There was something about her that didn’t appear proper. And that worried him.His son had usually been focused, determined, and particular. But with Marie within the image, Aaron regarded it as distracted, remote. He had to understand more.That’s whilst Howard had come up with the plan. He had arranged for the staged twist of fate, the truck incident. It became speculated to be a manner to test Marie, to peer how she could react below pressure, to look if she tu
"Nurse!... Nurse, where is my father?" Marie asked as soon as she burst into the hospital at a speed that lightning would envy.Everyone in the hospital turned to stare at her as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her sneakers thudding on the tiled floor and her ponytail swinging at her back.Marie was still in her Cafe uniform and had even forgotten to take off her apron; she had quickly left her job as a waitress as soon as she got a call from the hospital that her father had been rushed over.She was going to get in trouble no doubt but she needed to see her father, her heart was beating madly against the wall of her chest as she ran, tears stinging at the side of her eyes.Just then, the doctor came out from the theater, pulling his nose mask from his face. She rushed to him, probably startling him."Doctor, where is my dad? What happened?" She asked, pulling his hands."Calm down, you must be Miss Mariagoretti Ambrose." He asked.Marie nodded quickly, impatiently, "Yes,
Howard sat alone in his office, the heavy silence surrounding him. His huge desk, cluttered with papers and a tumbler of whisky, appeared to feature the oppressive environment. He became misplaced in notion, staring into space, his thoughts racing through the activities of the past few days.His arms tightened around the glass, his grip tight with frustration. He had suspected for some time that something had changed. He had watched his son, seen the way Aaron had acted around Marie, and it didn’t sit down properly with him. There was something about her that didn’t appear proper. And that worried him.His son had usually been focused, determined, and particular. But with Marie within the image, Aaron regarded it as distracted, remote. He had to understand more.That’s whilst Howard had come up with the plan. He had arranged for the staged twist of fate, the truck incident. It became speculated to be a manner to test Marie, to peer how she could react below pressure, to look if she tu
Marie and Aaron lay in each other's arms, and the world outside the room appeared some distance away. He wrapped his arms around her as if not wanting to ever let her go, and she pressed herself against him.For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace. She felt that the burden of the whole world which has been troubling her have been lifted up her shoulders, the questions and all the uncertainties seemed to fade into space. At this moment, it becomes just the two of them.As they lay there inside the quiet, the gentle knock at the door broke the stillness. Marie quickly sat up, startled by the sound of the door. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, and started to get up. But before she could flow too far, Aaron’s hand gently grabbed her arm, pulling her go in reverse into his chest."Permit’s me to live like this," Aaron whispered, his voice low, however firm. "It does not matter who’s on the door."Marie paused, nevertheless feeling surprised at how effort
The next day, Marie and Aaron were discharged from the hospital. Aaron’s head was still bandaged, however, it seemed like he was recuperating. As they left the hospital, Susann stood by, her face showing signs of worry. She had helped them pack their things, and as they stood at the doorway of the hospital, she excused herself, giving the couple a few areas.“I’ll take a look at it later,” Susann stated softly before leaving.Marie gave her a small smile and a nod. “Thank you, Susann. We’ll be okay.”When they got into the car, Aaron’s hand found Marie’s, and for the time in a protracted at the same time as they held arms with no limitations between them. It felt natural, comforting.As they arrived home, Aaron’s steps were slower than usual, but he became determined. Marie helped him to the door and opened it for him. “I don’t need to be alone in my room,” Aaron said, his voice low, nearly hesitant.Marie turned to him, amazed. “But you need relaxation,” she said lightly, her voice
Marie’s heart skipped a beat whilst Aaron lightly pulled her closer. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his eyes tender, his face packed with something she hadn’t seen visible before — pure vulnerability. It wasn’t like the closing time, when everything was rushed and filled with so many unspoken things among them. This time, it became unique.Aaron’s lips met hers slowly, tenderly. The kiss becomes gentle and unhurried, full of warmth and longing. For a second, it felt like time had stopped. All of the chaos, all the pain, the misunderstandings — everything dwindled. All that mattered in that second was the feeling of his lips towards hers and the tenderness he became showing her.Marie was surprised in the beginning. She had never predicted this, in no way an idea that when the whole lot they had been through, they might come so far. But as she felt the burden of his kiss, the sincerity of it, she kissed him back, her fingers trembling as they reached as much as hold h
“She’s my wife, and I love her with the whole of me.” Aaron’s voice becomes clean, full of conviction.Marie just stood outside the door, iced up. His phrases had been like a lifeline thrown to her in a sea of uncertainty, a lifeline she hadn’t recognised she wanted until that second.Her heart warmed, and she felt a rush of emotions. Her mind screamed at her to leave, to let him have this second with Howard, but the door creaked barely beneath the stress of her stillness.Aaron and Howard glanced up at the sound, their attention now on the door. Marie’s heart raced in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She had been stuck eavesdropping. With a smooth exhale, she pushed the door open fully.As soon as Aaron saw her, his face changed. His concern for her changed into seeing the warm temperature in his eyes blended with the worry he continually carried for her. He sat up a bit straighter in the bed, his bandaged head making him appear fragile, extra susceptible than she had eve
Marie’s eyes fluttered open; she turned and was hit with a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. She winced, elevating a hand to her forehead, looking to block out the pain. Her surroundings were unusual, the white walls and the odor of antiseptic hitting hersenses. It took a moment for her to realise where she was. She was in a hospital room.She attempted to sit up straight, but the ache in her head simplygrew worse, and she lay going into reverse, respiration closely. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the whole lot. The tender hum of machines and the faint sound of footsteps outdoors had been the best noises she may have wanted to listen to.Then, recollections rushed into her head as if a transfer had just been flipped. The image of Aaron being hit with the truck, the sound of the effect, his blood on the road—the whole lot came flooding back, and panic rose in her chest. Her breath stuck in her throat as she whispered, “Aaron!”She got up on the mattress, igno
Aaron didn’t think. His mind went blank, and his heart raced.Without thinking about the risk, without considering the hazard to himself, he sprinted across the street toward Marie. He needed to get to her. He couldn’t let the truck hit her. She had to be secure.As he ran, everything around him blurred. His attention changed to her. On saving her. Marie’s extensive, terrified eyes had been all he should see, and he knew if he didn’t get to her, it might be too late.The truck came too near. Her frame became motionless, her eyes wide with terror, and in that moment, he realized how much he cared for her."Aaron!" a voice shouted from behind him, however, he couldn’t prevent it.It was Susann. She was yelling his name, her voice complete with shock and panic. He should have listened to the fear in her tone, but there had been no time to look back. There was no time to assume. He had to save Marie. He had to do something. His frame turned into already transferring, the sound of his feet
Marie disregarded him all day. Aaron had attempted to speak with her, to fix his mess, but each time he approached, she grew to become away. She became distant, colder than ever, and he ought to feel it. Every word that came out of his mouth felt irresistible and bounced off her, and it hurt more than he could say.The night came, and it was time to head home. They each stood within the elevator, however, there was no conversation, no change of appearances. Marie stared ahead, her eyes fixed on the doorways as the elevator moved down. She stepped out first when the doorways opened, walking swiftly closer to the exit of the building. Aaron called her, but she didn't prevent it. She didn’t even appear again."Marie!" He called, his voice louder this time.She stopped strolling, her heels clicking speedily on the hard floor. She didn’t respond. The sound of her shoes echoed within the empty hallway, every step a reminder of how far she had turned away from him.His heart raced as he acco
Hours had passed since Howard’s sudden go, however, Aaron nonetheless sat alone in his office, the room silent except for the smooth hum of the air-conditioner. He stared at the office work on his desk, but his mind wasn’t on the duties in front of him.His thoughts wandered to what Susann had advised; she knew what was best for him, but now he was doubtful if she was right about Marie.Susann had made it clear that Marie had become a distraction. She stated it quietly, almost as though she didn’t need to harm him, but the phrases nonetheless stung. Marie, a distraction. How should she be that, whilst she had been the only one to face him, the one who was there through the whole lot, even if he were distant and cold?Aaron's arms gripped the edge of his desk, he knew that his marriage to Marie had complicated the whole lot.He changed into sooner or later taking complete control of the organization, something he had been operating towards for so long, and yet, everything felt so diffi