Goodbye, My Love

You…”

Marco heaved a sigh, his tone indicative of treating a wayward child, filled with exasperation yet Laced with helplessness.

Loraine sniffled, retorting stubbornly, “It’s none of your concern. Put me down. I can walk by myself.”

Marco remained silent, ignoring her protest. Instead, he assertively cradled her in his arms and strode away without a word.

Watching this unfold, Slater and Jimmie shared a look of astonishment.

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With gentle strength, Marco carried Loraine away from the cemetery, yet she fought relentlessly to slip from his grip.

“Put me down, Marco!“

Like a feisty feline, Loraine flailed, scratching and kicking Marco.

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Feverish weakness, however, made her resistance futile.

With minimal effort, Marco caught her flailing hand, nestling it within his own. In a hushed yet worried tone, he pleaded, “Stop struggling.

We’re headed to the hospital.”

Once Loraine was well, she could batter and belittle him all she wanted. But in this moment, Marco would not relinquish his hold.

Loraine seethed with anger, but her strength waned in that very instant. Overwhelmed by exhaustion, she gasped for air, growing increasingly uneasy as her vision blurred.

His hold was oddly comforting, a firm and steady haven. Loraine chose to overlook him, nestling herself in his embrace for a brief moment of tranquility.

Sensing Loraine’s fevered heat against him, Marco’s heart stumbled. Her silence unsettled him.

“Loraine, are you still with me?”

He hastened his steps towards the parking lot.

Loraine emitted a soft, weary hum in response. Despite their destination being just a short ten-minute walk away, Marco persisted in his concern, fearing that she might succumb to unconsciousness.

Loraine grew weary of his incessant questioning. She wanted to silence him but lacked the strength. Her throat was ablaze, dizziness taking hold.

Eventually, sleep claimed her. She remained oblivious to their hospital arrival.

Upon awakening, the scent of disinfectant filled her nose, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling meeting her gaze.

Marco was a blurry figure at her bedside, deep in conversation with a doctor. Loraine wanted to call out to him, but her throat throbbed with pain.