His Pov:My grip on the spoon tightens, the metal cool against my skin as I absorb her words. My gaze sharpens, studying her carefully, measuring the weight of what sheās just said."Even when she was sick most of the time?" My voice is quiet but firm, edged with something I canāt quite nameācuriosity, disbelief, maybe even fear. I test the question as if pressing on a bruise, unsure if it will bring relief or pain.She meets my eyes, and for a moment, I think I see hesitation flicker there. But then she nods slowly, deliberately, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yeah."I wait for her to elaborate, for her to fill the silence stretching between us, heavy with things unsaid. And then, as if sensing my need for more, she does."Even then. Because love isnāt about convenience," she murmurs, her voice steady, but thereās something raw beneath it, something real. "It isnāt about ease or perfection. Itās about staying. Even when itās hard. Even when it hurts. Itās about choosing them,
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