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⊰ 4.5 ⊱ She Will Be Loved
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2024-04-21 01:00:25⊰ Marcel ⊱
As I sit in the parlor, my gaze drifts to Mercy’s sleeping form on the couch. She’s curled up beneath a blanket, her head resting on a cushion, her face still bearing the traces of the tears she shed before she fell asleep.
She refused to go to bed, and given the circumstances, I didn’t have the heart to try to force her to. How could I, when her world is crumbling around her?
It’s been a few hours since my medical team arrived, and the wait has been agonizing. Every minute feels like an eternity, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the doctors working to save Levi’s life. My mind wanders, replaying the events of just a couple of hours ago, the fear in Mercy’s eyes, the desperation in her voice as she pleaded with me to pray for her brother.
Levi.
The man who took care of her for the better part of a decade—her protector. I’ve seen the bond they share, the depth of their love
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