It was a quiet night. The room was unlit and only a ray of moonlight was coming through the window. The furnishings of the house were vaguely visible.
He gently walked in.
Theresa had just gone to bed, but couldnât fall asleep. So she drew the diagram and only stopped drawing when her neck ached as she kept putting her head down. She knew as soon as there was a knock at the door. However, he made no noise and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed.
Armand didnât notice at all as the light was not very bright and clear. He couldnât see Theresaâs expression, so he didnât notice.
He gently moved the chair next to him closer to the head of the bed. Then he sat down and just silently glanced at her.
He wanted to tell her many things deep in his heart, but he didnât know how to begin.
He didnât know how to express his feelings.
He reached out and took her hand in his. He rested his head on it. Late in the night, all living things fell into a deep sleep, only he was still awake and able to hear her breathing clearly, as well as contemplate her.
No other regret could penetrate as deeply into his heart as this moment of peace.
He pictured her appearance in his mind silently.
Although her appearance had changed, he knew clearly that it was still her and she was still the same deep in his heart.
Everyone makes mistakes and so do I. I didnât apologize to you.
I didnât ask for your forgiveness, I just hoped I could see you from time to time.
Theresa, I felt sorry since I was the one who hurt and upset you. I was suffering too since you lost your baby. If it wasnât for me, I would be a father now.
When it was late at night, I often thought that if only I could lose my memory, I wouldnât feel so sad too.
God gave me the opportunity, but I didnât appreciate it.
If I had the chance to start over, I would take good care of you and not let them hurt you.
I would hold your hand until we were old.
If you still hated me, please keep doing it. At least then, you would still think of me in your heart.
You, Theresa, were the one who made me understand what it meant to be etched in my heart. Even if you had hurt my pride, I still wanted to have you by my side guiltily.
Even though you always scolded me, my heart was still warm.
You, I had told you many things in the past, but I had not kept a single promise.
Theresa, I was upset, really upset.
It was inexpressible to describe how I felt at that moment.
She stayed until five in the morning. Although her eyes were closed, she did not fall asleep, as there were many thoughts in her mind.
He was worried that she would become aware of his presence. Although he was reluctant to let go of her hand, he released it because his palm was full of sweat after holding it for so long.
He walked over to her and kissed her forehead gently, âI love you and this lasts forever.â
He stood up after saying that and looked at her for a few seconds. He didnât notice any sign that she had woken up. After putting the chair back in its original place, he quietly left the room.
When the door closed, the woman opened her eyes. Armand thought she was sleeping soundly. However, she wiggled her fingers and the warmth still remained in her hand.
She opened her eyes and glanced at the ceiling. Tears were falling unconsciously from her eyes and flowing down to her hair in her ears.
It had been a torturous night for her. She could not share the bitterness in her heart with anyone else, she could only endure and suffer in silence.
This was her fate and she could not change it. All she could do was get over it and go on living.
As for his relationship⦠he feared he no longer had the courage and strength to accept it.
Earlier he told Dolores that he still believed in love, but it seemed to be an excuse to keep Dolores from thinking too much.
How could she still have the courage to face their relationship?
Her heart had already sunk from the loss of her son and his physical disability.
The day was getting brighter as the darkness had passed. It was another wonderful day as the sun rose.
Theresa closed her eyes slowly. She didnât want anyone to notice that she hadnât slept all night.
By six oâclock, Coral and Lucy were up. Lucy was a good cook while Coral retired from the kitchen. Breakfast was prepared by Lucy, but Coral would tell her some of the family customs.
Andrew was up early but not Amanda. She was still lying in bed, even if she woke up after napping.
Dolores was already awake upstairs. Thinking that Armand was still there, she was about to get up. When she just lifted the blanket, someone held her with his leg pressing her body, âSleep a little longer.â
Dolores turned her head and looked at him, âItâs daylight and move your leg away.â
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