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Sabrina’s POV
Slowly, I put the photo back in its place. My body was getting weaker, and finally, I let my eyes close again. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but tonight, I can only survive by embracing my longing for Charlie, hoping that I am strong enough to keep fighting.
In the silence of the night that permeated, the image of Charlie continued to haunt my mind. He had always been the light of my life, and without him, the darkness felt even thicker. With every passing second, the feeling of loss was like a cut in my heart.
I remembered his cheerful laughter, the times we played in the park, and how he could always make me smile, even on the hardest days. Now, all that was left was a suffocating memory.
These hands that were once filled with warmth now felt cold and empty. I gripped the blanket tightly, trying to find comfort in this pain. “Charlie, I promise I will keep fighting,” I said to myself. “I will use every precious second you give me as my motivation to move forward.”
With that faint hope, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my room. Sleep might be the best escape, but I knew that when it stopped, the bitter reality would have to be faced again. I had to find a way to live, to honor Charlie’s memory, even though my heart groaned as I did so.
Tonight, in the embrace of deep longing, I remembered his face again, his smile
till seemed to be in front of my eyes. “I’ll miss you forever, Charlie,” I whispered again, before finally falling asleep in a sad song sung by a broken heart.
I was surprised when I felt a warm touch shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, finding Nicholas standing beside my bed with a worried expression. My breath was still labored, my body weak, and my head felt heavy.
“Sabrina, are you okay?” His voice sounded softer than usual, but there was an unusual firmness in it.
“I’m… just tired,” I answered softly, trying to get up even though my body felt heavy.
Nicholas held my shoulder so that I remained lying down. You keep talking in your sleep. I can hear you from outside the room.”
I turned my head, feeling confused. “Talk in my sleep?”
He nodded, his expression serious. “You said Charlie’s name over and over again. I thought you were having a nightmare. But when I tried to wake you up, your body… Sabrina, you have a high fever.”
I flinched but quickly looked away. “I’m fine. It’s just fatigue. I’ve taken my medicine, so there’s no need to
worry.
Nicholas didn’t look convinced. “I touched your forehead earlier. Your temperature is very high. You need to go to the hospital now.”
I shook
my head weakly. “I don’t need to go to the hospital. The medicine is starting to work. I just need to rest.”
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“Sabrina, Nicholas‘ voice rose, this time sounding like an order. “You know this isn’t just about rest. Your body temperature isn’t normal. I won’t let you lie and ignore your own health.”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my suddenly surging emotions. “Nicholas, I know my own body. I know when I should worry and when I just need time to recover.”
“But-”
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“That’s enough!” I interrupted, looking at him with eyes that were starting to fill with tears. “I don’t want to argue. I’ve taken my mediclue, and I want to sleep now. If you really care, let me re
Nicholas fell silent, his confusion growing. His expression changed as if he was considering what to do. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he took a deep breath and nodded..
“Okay,” he finally said, though he was clearly not satisfied with my decision. “But If you get worse, I won’t just sit there. You need to go to the hospital, Sabrina.”
I didn’t answer; I just looked away and pulled the blanket higher, hoping that would be enough to stop the
conversation.
Nicholas stood there for a moment as if he wanted to say something more. But then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. I heard his footsteps walking away, but his worry hung in the air.
Once I was alone again, I stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face unstoppable. My body was weak, but my heart was even more exhausted. I knew Nicholas cared, but it felt like all the attention was too late. It was like a puzzle that was too broken to be fixed.
To
ask him
After Nicholas left, silence enveloped the room, adding to the already heavy burden on my chest. Outside, the sound of his footsteps grew farther away, as if taking away all the remaining hope. I wanted to scream, to come back, to explain what was really going on in my mind. But it all felt in vain.
With tears continuing to flow, I tried to calm myself down. My hopes for Nicholas were only deep pain and sadness.
I remembered how complicated these feelings were; disappointment, despair, and hope that continued to rage in my heart. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to take a step, but bound by the fear of what would happen next. Maybe I had sunk too far into my memories, to be able to reach the happiness that was before my
eyes.
Everything that had happened made me feel like I was trapped in a maze with no way out. I closed my eyes, trying to feel my presence amidst all this chaos. When I opened my eyes again, I realized that even though everything felt dark, there was still a little light that I wanted to find; maybe some hope left to fix everything that had been broken.
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