RUBY JUNE.
I approached Charles carefully, my heart heavy as I watched his chest rise and fall, shallow and weak. He looked so pale, almost as if life had been drained from him entirely. His strong, commanding presence was now replaced by a fragile, sickly form, and it shattered me to see him like this.
Gently, I caressed his face, my fingers tracing the outline of his cheek, feeling the coolness of his skin. His unconscious body lay still, unaware of the storm inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes and before I knew it, they began to fall, one after the other, leaving wet trails down my cheeks.
“I am so sorry, Charles,” I whispered, my voice trembling with guilt and pain. “This is all my fault… I should have told you the truth sooner.”
I crouched down beside him, my hand still resting on his ……
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