After a moment of reflection, Adrian asked, âIs it because I brought you to see the psychiatrist?â
Joelle nodded slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. âI donât like that feeling.â
Adrian spoke gently, âJoelle, Iâm sorry. I just want you to receive the care you need.â
âIâm not sick. I can handle this myself.â
She had been on medication, and her condition had shown remarkable improvement.
Adrian didnât press further. âOkay, if you donât want to go, we wonât. Iâll stay by your side, but promise me that the next time youâre feeling low, you wonât hurt yourself.â
âOkay.â
Back in the hospital room, Adrian was consumed by a swirl of conflicting emotions, prompting him to set aside the topic of Ryland for the time being.
Joelle now had the chance to take in the space Adrian had carefully prepared for her. As she noticed the guitar resting on the stand, echoes of Adrianâs rich voice singing gently floated back into her mind.
âAdie, would you play the guitar for me?â
âAlright.â Adrian agreed with composed tranquility, though he found himself unable to glance even briefly at Joelle.
A subtle wave of embarrassment washed over him. Strumming the guitar and singing in front of Joelle always stirred an ineffable sense of shame. Yet, it was a challenge he knew he could overcome. As long as Joelle enjoyed it, he was willing to go to any lengths for her.
Adrian perched on the windowsill, his fingers skillfully brushing over the strings as he adjusted the guitarâs tune with a few precise strums. âWhat would you like to hear?â
Joelleâs eyes widened in surprise. âI can request a song?â
A faint flush of pride colored Adrianâs ears red. âIf you hadnât woken up, I might have taken this little performance to the streets.â
His fingers danced over the strings, and the music slowly filled the room. The first few notes created a serene and ethereal atmosphere, their beauty quietly enveloping the space.
Joelle cherished music deeply because, whenever it resonated, the world around her seemed to come to a halt, allowing her to immerse herself completely. In just a few fleeting minutes, the music washed over her, soothing her troubled soul. As the final notes of the song faded, Joelle realized her feelings for Adrian had deepened even further. In the past, his temperament had often suggested that he was perpetually on the verge of snapping, making the idea of him playing the guitar seem completely improbable.
Joelle had pushed him to his limits many times, only to discover that Adrian now had no boundaries when it came to her.
Later, Aurora arrived. Adrian had made sure to contact everyone who cared for Joelle, presenting himself as an integral part of her chosen family.
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