\u201cMaya?\u201d am I said softly, my throat dry as sand.<\/p>\n
She turned her head slowly, as if even that small movement took great effort. When her eyes met mine, I saw confusion \u2014 then recognition \u2014 and finally, something deeper, something that broke me completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cArjun\u2026\u201d she whispered. Her voice was barely audible, a shadow of the woman I had known. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, I couldn\u2019t speak. The woman who had once been the center of my world now looked like a fragile leaf, ready to fall at the slightest wind.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came to visit Rohit,\u201d I said awkwardly. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were\u2026 here. What happened, Maya?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly, a sad, tired curve of her lips. \u201cNothing that matters anymore,\u201d she murmured. \u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 my body gave up before I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach clenched. \u201cWhat do you mean? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked away, toward the pale window light. \u201cIt started a few months ago. I thought it was just stress. The doctors say\u2026 it\u2019s leukemia.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hit me like a thunderclap. I stepped back, my breath catching in my chest. \u201cLeukemia?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded. \u201cI didn\u2019t want anyone to know. Especially you. After the divorce\u2026 it didn\u2019t seem fair to pull you back into my mess.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears stung my eyes, but I fought them back. \u201cYou should have told me,\u201d I whispered. \u201cYou should have\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t,\u201d she interrupted softly. \u201cYou deserved peace. I didn\u2019t want to be your burden again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words sliced through me. I sat beside her bed, staring at the thin lines of her wrists, the tube that carried life into her veins. For the first time, I noticed how small her hands were \u2014 hands that had once held mine through every storm, hands I had let go too easily.<\/p>\n
For the next hour, we barely spoke. The machines beeped softly, marking each second that passed between us. Then she said quietly, \u201cDo you still have the house keys?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her, puzzled. \u201cNo, I left them when we\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found your old notebook there,\u201d she interrupted. \u201cThe one where you used to write your plans for us \u2014 the trip to Baguio, the names for our future children. I read it sometimes. It helps me remember that, for a while, I was happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened painfully. \u201cYou still live there?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly. \u201cIt feels\u2026 safer than anywhere else. Even if it\u2019s empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, I couldn\u2019t sleep. The image of her pale face, her soft voice, the strength in her quietness \u2014 they haunted me. By morning, I had made up my mind. I went to the hospital again, determined to be there for her, no matter what she said.<\/p>\n
Over the following weeks, I became a constant presence by her side. I brought her flowers, made her laugh with old stories, and for the first time in years, I saw a spark of light return to her eyes. She started eating better, smiling again.<\/p>\n
One evening, as the sun painted the hospital walls in gold, she said, \u201cYou know, Arjun, sometimes I think life brings people back together not to fix what was broken, but to help them say goodbye properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head. \u201cNo, Maya. I don\u2019t want to say goodbye.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled gently. \u201cYou already did, once. That was enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, when I arrived, her bed was empty. The nurse handed me a folded piece of paper. My hands trembled as I opened it.<\/p>\n
It was her handwriting.
\u201cThank you for coming back when I needed you most. Don\u2019t be sad, Arjun. You gave me peace again. Live well \u2014 for both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood there for a long time, unable to move. The hallway felt endless, filled with echoes of everything we had been and everything we had lost.<\/p>\n
Outside, the sun rose over Manila. For the first time in months, I lifted my head toward the light.<\/p>\n
And whispered her name \u2014 not in pain, but in gratitude.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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