And at that moment, I couldn’t stop myself anymore.
I pushed the door open.
Both of them were startled.
—Liza?!
I walked toward him, trembling.
—Why didn’t you tell me?
His eyes widened.
—You heard?
I nodded.
Tears streamed down my face.
—I thought… I thought…
I couldn’t finish the sentence.
He stepped closer to me.
—I didn’t want you to be afraid — he said softly.
—I was more afraid because I didn’t know.
The room was silent.
Then I hugged him tightly.
—You don’t have to do this alone.
He let out a soft laugh.
—I’m not alone.
Six months passed.
The fight was long.
The treatment was long.
There were days when Marco was weak.
Days when it seemed like there was no hope left.
But he wasn’t alone.
Every day I was by his side.
And one morning, while we were sitting on the veranda of the house we had almost lost—
he laughed.
—Do you remember the day you secretly came home?
I smiled.
—Yes.
—I thought you were going to catch me in the middle of my plan.
—I did catch you.
He laughed.
I held his hand.
—And I will never let you face anything alone again.
For the first time in a very long time, the world felt quiet again.
Not because there were no problems.
But because we were facing them together.
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