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Sabrina’s POV
Nicholas looked at me immediately, as if he was just waiting for his name to come back to my side. “What? Do you need something?” he asked quickly.
I shook my head slowly. “No. I just…” I paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I never thought you’d be this worried.”
He looked surprised, then took a deep breath. “How could not be worried, Sabrina?” he replied in a low but emotional tone. “You were so sick, and I didn’t know anything. You even missed your medication. How could you think I wouldn’t care?”
His words were like a slap to me. I knew he was right. All this time, I had always thought that our marriage was just a formality, something that didn’t involve deep feelings. But seeing Nicholas like this, I realized that I had underestimated him.
He
wasn’t just my husband on paper; he was someone who loved and fought for me. Every beat of his heart, every worried look, showed how deep our bond was, even though I often didn’t realize it. Shame and regret clouded my mind.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have underestimated your feelings or our marriage. I was focused on myself.”
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Nicholas nodded slowly, his eyes still looking at me softly. “What’s important now is that we cart support each other. We can fix everything, if we are willing to share and be open.
His words sparked hope inside me. Maybe this was a new beginning for us. One small step toward overcoming uncertainty and finding strength in togetherness. I wanted to fight for us, for true love, and for a better future.
“I don’t want to burden you,” I answered honestly. “I think you’re busy enough with work, with Hazel, with Charlie. I don’t want to be an additional problem.
Nicholas stared at me sharply, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and sadness. “You think I don’t want to know? Don’t want to help? You think I care more about other things than you?”
I fell silent, not knowing what to say. On one hand, I felt ashamed for underestimating his feelings. But on the other hand, I still felt unworthy of this kind of attention from him.
“I just don’t want to be a burden,” I finally muttered, more to myself.
“A burden?” Nicholas repeated in a tone full of emphasis. You are my wife, Sabrina. How could you think like that? I may have made many mistakes, but I will never consider you a burden.”
His words brought tears to my eyes. I turned my face away, afraid that he would see the tears that were starting to form.
“Sabrina, if you feel like you can’t handle this alone, let me be there for you,” he continued, his voice softer now.” I don’t know what to do, but I want to try. For you.
I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. My tears flowed freely, carrying with them all the guilt and pain I had been holding in. I didn’t answer, just squeezed his hand in response.
Nicholas stayed where he was, not moving an inch. He let me cry, let me let out all the burdens I had been holding in all this time. Silently, I promised myself that I would try to be more open. If Nicholas really wanted to be by my side, maybe this was the time I let him in.
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I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the emotions I had been holding in were like a flood that was hard to contain. The tears continued to flow, and before I could stop myself, the voice just came out.
“Why do I always feel so alone?” 1 sobbed, my voice full of pain. “I should be stronger, but this feels so heavy. I don’t know how to deal with it.”
Nicholas immediately squeezed my hand tighter, his eyes full of empathy. “Sabrina, It’s okay to feel this way. You don’t have to keep it all to yourself. I’m here to listen, to help you
His words flooded me with comfort. I wanted to share all my pain and fear, to let go of the burden I’d been fighting all alone. With each tear that fell, I felt a little relie
“This all feels so terrible,” I continued. “But I want to fight I want us to get through this together.”
Nicholas nodded, his face full of “We’ll get through this. We just need to trust and be open. Whenever
you need to talk, I’m here.”
Hearing that, my heart felt a little lighter. Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way out of this darkness, and with Nicholas, I would try to do it.
“I’m scared,” I said, barely a whisper between sobs.
Nicholas stiffened immediately. He didn’t let go of my hand, but instead held it tighter. “Sabrina,” he said softly, his voice full of concern. “What do you mean?”
I lowered my head, not daring to look him in the eye. It was hard to express what was inside me. But the words kept pushing out, and finally, I let them all flow.
“I’m scared…” my voice trembled. “I’m scared of facing this alone. Scared of losing Charlie. Scared… of dying.” The last word came out like a whisper, but I knew Nicholas heard it.
He didn’t say anything. His gaze remained fixed on mine, and it gave me the courage to continue.
“I feel like… everything around me is crumbling. I lost Charlie, and now I have to deal with this disease. I don’t know how I’m going to survive.” My sobs grew louder. “And I don’t want to burden you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be here for me. I really can’t keep burdening you, Nicholas.”
