The machines beep softly in the quiet room. 💔

She lies there… fragile, still, breathing through tubes.

He sits beside her, holding her hand—afraid to squeeze too tight, but even more afraid to let go.

“I’m still here…” he whispers.

This isn’t the kind of love you see in movies.
It’s quieter.
Deeper.

It’s staying when things fall apart.
It’s believing when hope feels distant.

Right now… he isn’t asking for miracles.

Just one more smile.
One more moment.
One more chance to say “I love you.”

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