Until The Last Day Novel

Chapter 6 288 /Voucher Chapter 6 Claire's POV I waited at the cemetery for three hours. The drizzle had turned into a fine mist now. The sky too had darkened now. I checked my phone. No messages. No calls. Lorenzo hadn't come back. My hands gripped the wheels of the chair tightly. I was at the verge of my patience and finally, I decided to leave on my own. For a few seconds, everything went smoothly. The rain hissed against the metal, my wheels gliding faster and faster. Then suddenly they become too fast. Before I could brake, the wheels slipped. The chair slammed into the guardrail.

When I stopped rolling, blood trickled down my forehead, mixing with the water. My palms were raw, my face stung. The cold water, with the breeze made my breathing struggled. I shaking already. Lying alone on the ground, unnoticed, I could do nothing but watch the raindrops fall. The cold made me shiver uncontrollably. I bit my lip to hold back the pain spreading across my body. But time dragged on painfully slow. 11.49 Chapter 6 288 Vouchers I didn't know how long I'd been lying there. Just when I thought I would freeze to death, I heard the footsteps.

"Claire!"Lorenzo dropped the umbrella, kneeling beside me, lifting me into his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should've come sooner- I stared at him, my gaze blank. "If my legs were still healthy," I whispered, "I might have gotten out of here on my own." The words hit him harder than any slap. He slapped himself hard across the face. he muttered hoarsely. "It's my fault. All of it. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again." For the next few days, Lorenzo didn't leave my side. - He followed me everywhere - from the bedroom to the balcony, from the kitchen to the garden.

If I wanted tea, he made it. If I wanted to sit outside, he brought blankets and cushions. The air in the house softened, as if time had rolled backward to the days before the accident, - when love still felt effortless, when we still believed forever was real. But I knew better. Life didn't offer second chances. The warmth in his eyes was only guilt burning itself out. His sudden tenderness, a fragile illusion trying to cover the cracks. I just stared at him silently, counting the days, waiting for the final day to come. Finally, the my time was coming.

Our plane touched down in 11 49 Chapter 6 238 Vouchers Switzerland on Christmas Eve. When we arrived at the hotel, the city was wrapped in gold lights and carols echoed faintly from the streets below. The first snow was - supposed to fall tonight - that was what the forecast had promised. But before we could even unpack, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowning, and walked to the balcony to answer it. Ten minutes later, he came back in, the frown still there. "Claire," he said, picking up his bag. "Something's happened at work. I have to go immediately. "1 I looked at him quietly.

"Do you really have to?" He hesitated only a moment before nodding. "It's urgent. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Enjoy the snow tonight, okay?" Tomorrow. I didn't tell him that I would be gone tomorrow. I wheeled myself to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat there all night, but the forecasted first snow never came. At dawn, she received a message from Aria-a photo taken in a hospital room.Lorenzo sat beside her bed, peeling an orange. His smile was soft, tender, filled with warmth. I stared at the screen until my vision blurred. Then I turned it face- down on the table.

By sunrise, I was already outside. My hands trembled slightly on the wheels as I pushed my chair down the quiet street. 1143 Chapter 6 288 Vouchers Before going in, I stopped and tilted my head back. The sky stretched endless and gray. No snow. Not even a whisper of it. I let out a small laugh. Even the weather had lied to me. Not just Lorenzo, everything I'd ever waited for had betrayed me in the end. On the last day of my life, I still didn't get to see the first snow. I turned the chair and rolled toward the entrance. The automatic doors slid open with a soft hiss.

The staff greeted me gently, their voices quiet and professional. "Mrs. Claire," one nurse said, "do you have anyone you'd like to see before we begin? "No." "Do you have any last words you would like us to pass on?" "No." "Any unfinished matters you'd like us to handle?" "No." I answered every question calmly. I had no final words for Lorenzo. When they prepared the medication, I told them softly, "When I die, don't bury me, just immediately cremate me. And scatter my ashes somewhere when the first snow falls." They agreed. Then everything went still.

A gentle tingling spread through my hand. First sharp, then fading, like warmth dissolving into air. 69.63% 11 49 7 Chapter 6 288 Vouchers My breathing slowed. My thoughts began to drift. I saw flashes; laughter in a classroom, the scent of spring rain, the sound of his guitar under the stage lights.Running teenagers. Summer afternoons. My parents' faces. - All of it blurred together, softening at the edges, until it became light - a quiet, endless mist. I floated in it. I closed my eyes. - Next second, a familiar ringtone rang out - the one I had especially set for Lorenzo.

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