His mood soared. He insisted on cooking dinner himself—a full spread of all my favorite dishes.
That night, Edward held me tight as he drifted off, murmuring my name even in his sleep.
The next morning, we arrived at the hospital together.
Soon, I was being wheeled into the operating room.
The moment the anesthetic entered my veins, my consciousness began to blur.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched Edward lean over me in his surgical gown, his voice a soothing murmur.
"Celine, don't be afraid. I'm here."
"You've always wanted to see the Northern Lights, haven't you? Once you've recovered, I'll take a long leave. We'll go together."
"Oh—and that necklace you've had your eye on? I already ordered it. It'll be waiting for you when the surgery's done."
"If I could have my way... I'd grow old with you. Just you."
Tears slipped down my temples as I listened to him paint our future.
We won't make it.
Edward.
This ending was written long before today. I can't escape it.
And neither can you.
The instant his scalpel broke my skin—
The operating room doors crashed open.
A voice, ragged with panic:
"Dr. Abbott! Something's happened!"
