Chapter 47

• As I stepped into the sterile confines of the hospital room, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and despair, the doctor's words rang in my ears like a death knell. Chloe, my beloved Chloe, lay before me, her once vibrant spirit now eclipsed by the pallor of unconsciousness. The sight of her struggling for life, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, tore at my very soul.
• Tears streamed down my face as I approached her bedside, my hand trembling as I reached out to touch her delicate features. "Will you ever forgive me, Chloe?" I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "I couldn't even fight for you. I'm sorry, baby."
• The weight of my guilt bore down on me like a suffocating weight, each breath a struggle against the tide of despair threatening to overwhelm me. How could I have failed her so miserably, allowed her to suffer while I stood by, powerless to intervene?