Chapter 1464:
On a clear day, Myron paused to watch the endless blue sky outside, then turned back to where Millie lay resting.
For twelve months, he made this room his haven whenever he wasn’t needed elsewhere. What started as a sterile VIP hospital room slowly became something warmer—a quiet refuge with books, soft lighting, and small comforts that made it feel more like a study than a sickroom.
He’d settled in for the long haul, refusing to let Millie face it alone.
“Millie, a whole year’s gone by,” Myron whispered, his voice tender.
He reached out, brushing her hair from her face, sorrow glimmering in his eyes.
“Do you remember what this time last year was like? You were slipping into your wedding dress and everyone was caught up in the excitement.”
A memory surfaced, leaving his eyes rimmed with red.
“That afternoon, you stood before me in your gown and I could hardly breathe. You didn’t even need makeup—you were radiant just as you were. Later, when the others were busy with preparations, we sneaked away to the cemetery together.”
Myron gently laced his fingers with Millie’s, his gaze drifting to the trees outside, their leaves rustling in the afternoon wind.
“Remember how we went to our fathers’ graves that day? We promised them we’d be husband and wife,” he said, a wistful smile ghosting across his lips.
That night, hope filled him—he could hardly wait to step into their future together. He’d been well aware that there would be hardships along the way, but he truly believed they’d weather them all, building a life rich with laughter and light.
“I can still see the moon that hung over the lake that night.”
They’d sat by the water’s edge, dreams spilling out in soft voices—visions for Ari, promises to one another, plans for everything yet to come. They’d spoken of these things countless times, and somehow, it never lost its magic.
A soft breeze drifted through the window, carrying traces of last year’s whispers.
𝓵α𝓽𝓔𝓼𝓉 с𝖍𝖆ρ𝗍𝓮𝗋𝓈 𝗀α𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝖑𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
“We sat there for ages, just talking,” Myron recalled, his eyes closing against a sudden ache that cut straight through him.
“Millie, it’s been a whole year since I last heard your voice, since you looked at me, smiled, or called me ‘Ronnie.'”
His words trembled with longing. “Millie, I miss you so much.”
Outside, the wind picked up, sending the tree branches tossing wildly against the sky.
Myron watched the restless leaves, sorrow etched deep in his eyes. He let the silence settle over him, the ache in his chest pressing down harder with each passing moment.
Time drifted by unnoticed, broken only when a gentle knock echoed through the room.
Drawing a steadying breath, Myron glanced toward the door.
“Mr. Elliott, everything’s set.” Mack stood in the doorway, looking a bit uncertain.
“Take it all back to the car,” Myron replied quietly.
With a nod, Mack carried the items downstairs, leaving Myron alone again.
He lingered by Millie’s bedside a moment longer, then signaled the caregiver to come in and watch over her.
“I’ll return soon,” Myron said.
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