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Sabrina’s POV
With a smile on my face, I let myself sink into gratitude. Soon, I felt my eyes begin to close, allowing myself to drift into a peaceful sleep that would hopefully bring recovery.
The sound of Nicholas‘ footsteps approaching from the kitchen Interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw him carrying a large tray of food and snacks. My face immediately filled with wonder.
Nicholas smiled, showing pride in what he had prepared. On the tray were various dishes–fresh fruit, sandwiches, and a few sweet treats. The aroma wafted by made my stomach rumble, even though the nausea still gripped me.
“These are all for you,” he said, placing the tray on the from table. “I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed to recover.”
Seeing the care and effort he had put in made me feel touched. This small moment, amidst all the hardships, ve me a much–needed sense of warmth. Even though my body was tired, my heart was filled with gratitude for Nicholas‘ constant presence.
“What is this?” I asked, half confused and half amused. “Are you trying to open a small restaurant in your living room?”
I stared at the various foods in front of me, feeling a mixture of gratitude and amazement. Seeing the effort he had put into making me feel better touched me. Even though my appetite had not fully recovered, I knew that this was a form of support and concern that meant a lot.
Nicholas smiled, as if he understood my thoughts. “Try a little, okay? I want to see you enjoy this,” he said, holding up a whole wheat bread with great anticipation.
With gratitude, I took a slice, to appreciate all the effort he had made for me. This simple moment felt meaningful, reminding me of how important it was to be there during difficult times.
You just went through chemotherapy, and your body needs enough food. I know you lately, but you should try.”
haven’t been eating much
I stared at him, still in disbelief at the amount of food he had brought. There was whole wheat bread with peanut butter, sliced fruit, some healthy crackers, and even a bowl of warm soup. The sudden attention made my heart feel warm and a little confused.
Nicholas watched my reaction with a big smile. “I want to make sure you’re getting enough nutrition to recover,” he said, his eyes sparkling with warmth.
Looking at all of these dishes, a sense of gratitude filled myrnind. Even though I was still feeling the effects of chemotherapy, the presence of fresh, lovingly prepared food made me feel better. It wasn’t just about the food, but also the care and love he showed me.
“I already ate, Nicholas. I’m not that hungry,” I said weakly.
He shook his head, his eyes looking at me with conviction. “Sabrina, I know you feel nauseous and tired, but you need energy. You don’t have to eat it all at once, but try to eat a little at a time, okay?”
Seeing the determination on his face, I felt genuine encouragement. Nicholas always knew how to make me feel cared for. Slowly, I took a piece of fruit and tried to chew on it, feeling the refreshing freshness.
I paused, staring into his sincere eyes. Something about the way he spoke made me feel like he really cared. Slowly, I took a cracker and took a small bite.
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“I see,” he said, smiling slightly. “See? It wasn’t that hard was it?”
I sighed, half resigned and half amused by his efforts. “You don’t have to go through all this trouble. I can eat by myself when I’m hungry.‘
“It’s not about that,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I wanted to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. All this time… maybe I haven’t been there for your ke I should have. I don’t want to repeat that mistake.”
His words made me pause. I looked down at the cracker in my hand, then looked up at him again. There was guilt in his eyes, but also a warmth that was slowly starting to feel famillar.
“Thank you,” I finally murmured. “I know I haven’t had it easy, Nicholas. But this… this means a lot to me.”
He just nodded slightly, then took a piece of fruit from the tray and handed it to me. “Come on, eat this too.”
I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my face. Slowly, I took the fruit from his hand and ate it. We sat in silence, but there was no tension between us. For the first time in a long time, it felt like a small peace had. come between us.
As I began to feel more tired, Nicholas looked at me. “If you want to go to bed, I’ll bring you a blanket,” he said, standing up.
I shook my head, forcing a small smile. “I’ll just stay in my room. But thank you, Nicholas. For everything.
He helped me up gently, making sure I didn’t lose my balance. As I walked to my room, I could feel his eyes watching me, making sure I was okay. His little attention today reminded me of the love we once had–something that might still be there, if we were willing to look for it together.
As I entered my room, I felt a sense of warmth and comfort envelop me. This moment felt precious, as if a new hope was beginning to grow between us. I took a deep breath, trying to remember all the beautiful memories we had shared.
It was late at night when I finished cleaning myself and lay down on my bed. My body still felt weak from chemotherapy, but the warmth of the house made me feel more at ease. As I pulled the blanket up to my shoulders, I heard Nicholas‘ footsteps from outside the room. My heart was a little nervous, remembering his extraordinary attention today.
