Until The Last Day Novel

Chapter 3 1 ZRR Mouchers Chapter 3 Claire's POV Lorenzo didn't come home for the next few days. He texted once, saying he had to travel for work. Meanwhile, Aria's messages kept coming. Photos of them at restaurants, holding hands in theaters, walking by lakes. She captioned them with tiny hearts, as if mocking me quietly. I never replied. I only printed them, one by one, and slid them into the same drawer. With Lorenzo gone, I carried out my bucket list alone. When I reached item ten,See a flower bloom, I decided to visit the rose park. The park was famous for its roses.

Pink, white, red; they grew in long rows like waves of color. The park was quiet. I wheeled myself slowly along the path. A few street performers played music under the shade of tall trees, their soft tunes floating through the air. I wheeled myself down the path, stopping near a fountain where petals drifted on the water. I glanced toward the sound and saw Lorenzo and Aria not far away. Sitting together on a bench not far away, sharing snacks and 0.00% 11:48 Chapter 3 788 Vouchers laughing. She picked up a piece of fruit and held it to his lips.

He leaned forward and ate it without hesitation, his smile easy, familiar. Watching the ease in his smile, I froze. I hadn't expected to see them here. I watched quietly a while longer, then Lorenzo stood up and walked toward the small crowd gathered around a musician, and asked to borrow his guitar. The performer grinned and handed it over Lorenzo sat on a stool and said loudly, "This is for Aria, the girl I love." The crowd cheered. Aria covered her face, pretending to be shy. And then he began to play. The melody hit me before the words did. It wasoursong.

The one he wrote for me when we were sixteen. He'd sung it for me at our school festival, under yellow lights, while the entire auditorium screamed and clapped. He'd recorded it so I could listen whenever I missed him. That night, I'd believed love could last forever. Now, that same song was a blade. He sang it to her with the same tenderness he once gave to me. The same little tilt of his head, the same half-smile before the final line. The crowd melted around them. People clapped. Girls whispered, "That' s so romantic." One woman beside me said softly, "So sweet, isn't it?

He must love her 19.71% 1148 Chapter 3 1 288 Wuchers a lot." I felt my throat tighten. My eyes burned. She looked at me kindly. "Miss, why are you crying? Did the song move you that much?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, slowly shook my head, and turned my wheelchair toward the exit. The music followed me until it faded into silence. The nineteenth on my list was to visit our alma mater.

I wheeled myself down the familiar paths, past the red-brick library where Lorenzo and I used to study until midnight, whispering answers before exams.Past the small café where he'd surprise me with strawberry milkshakes.Past the track field where he'd run laps with me after school, always slowing down at the last minute so I could win. Every corner held memories of them together. But now that I couldn't walk, I could only look from a distance. Finally, I stopped under the old oak tree at the edge of the campus. Lorenzo had planted this tree himself during a class activity years ago.

All the other trees her classmates had planted had died later, leaving this one alone. It wasn't because the tree was especially resilient, but because Lorenzo had come to check on it every day, watering and fertilizing it from time to time. He'd never missed a day, whether in cold winters or hot summers. When I'd found out about it, I'd asked him why he cared so much about a single tree. He'd pulled me over to the tree, brushed away the weeds 13 719 1148 Chapter 3 288 Vouchers around it. I'd looked closely and noticed a line of words carved into the base of the trunk.

Eight years later, the tree had grown to reach my waist height, aligning perfectly with me as I sat in my wheelchair. I took out a small knife I'd brought with me and slowly scraped off every bit of that carved line: "Lorenzo will always love Claire." I stared at it for a long moment. It hurt, but my lips curved into a small smile. He hadn't kept his promise but at least I could let it go for him. After leaving the school, I went to the city registry office. The clerk, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes, looked puzzled when I told her I wanted to cancel my registration.

"I'm sorry, maʼam," she said. "We can only do that for the deceased." I handed her the folder I had prepared, the euthanasia approval papers, my medical records, and my signed statement. "All my family members are gone. I'll be getting a divorce soon. There will be no one to handle this after I'm gone, so I'd rather take care of it myself now" I explained quietly. She hesitated, then excused herself to speak with her superior. When she returned, her expression had softened. "We can make an exception," she said. "As long as the hospital sends confirmation afterward." "Thank you," I whispered.

As I rolled outside and reached for my phone to call a cab, a familiar voice cut through the air. 11.48 7 Chapter 3 "Claire, what are you doing here?" Lorenzo stood by his car, eyes wide, confusion and alarm written all over his face. 11.48 288 Vouchers Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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