My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus)

The morning sun slipped through the curtains, its rays creeping in like a thief.

Alexia stirred clumsily, her movements a little stronger than before, as she tried to pull the sheet over herself to block out the light.noveldrama

“Beautiful..... I'm so happy to see you waking up! The doctor will be here today for your therapy," said Mr. Bouygues.

“Pierre..... I'm exhausted. Can't we just stop? Honestly, I don't think I'll ever improve more than I already have," Alexia said, gripping the sheet tightly.

"The doctor said you've made a lot of progress. The fact that you could move your hand was a huge step-it gave us a chance to assess how much nerve damage you really have," Pierre replied calmly.

"I just feel clumsier every day... I don't want to keep doing this therapy. If you had just let me die... I would finally be free from this torment."

"Alexia, all I want is to bring a little happiness back into your life. Why can't you understand that?" Pierre said, gently stroking her delicate face.

“Pierre..... I just need you to understand that no matter how much we try, nothing really changes. I'm still suffering the bedsores, the constant exhaustion, the aches all over my body..." Alexia's voice wavered, her eyes filling with tears.

"Well, Alexia Levett, I won't give up. Even if I have to spend my entire fortune, I'll find a cure—or at the very least, a way to help you live a better life. Remember I told you about a new prosthetic we were going to try? It'll arrive in a couple of weeks. Until then, we need to keep working on your movement."

"Pierre..." Alexia whispered.

"Shh, my love, just hold on. We'll find a way to get you through this," Pierre reassured her patiently.

Alexia had tried countless times to persuade Pierre to stop, but if there was one thing about him, it was his stubbornness and

determination-qualities that usually helped him solve any problem. But this wasn't about willpower This was something much deeper. Something that had no cure.

Pierre wanted Alexia to recover, bring her son home, and start a new life with her

in France. She was the love of his life. But he also knew he wasn't the love of

hers. Neither was Maximus. The love of Alexia's life had been Gabriele-and he had never loved her back.

With great care, he wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her sit up so she could eat. Alexia believed there was no progress, but Pierre could see it-slowly but surely, she was getting stronger. Even though her movements were clamsy, she could now lift a spoon to her mouth.

Mealtimes were still a mess-breakfast, lunch, and dinner all ended in disaster- but Pierre refused to lose faith. He believed that, even if she never fully recovered, she could at least gain some independence.

The doctor he had hired for her rehabilitation had told him about experimental stem cell treatments—an option that could help regenerate the nerves damaged in the accident. It was still in its early stages, but Pierre had the resources to give Alexia the chance to try it.

Alexia, on the other hand, had good days-days when she put in the effort, when she felt hopeful. But there were also days when she despised herself for still being alive. Days when she cursed everything that had happened, when she missed Lucius so much it hurt.

"Pierre, please... promise me that if my condition ever worsens, you'll let me go. I'm not strong enough to keep suffering. I'm too tired... I just want it all to end," Alexia said as Pierre carefully fed her.

"Alexia, I never want you to suffer. It breaks my heart to see you like this. All I want is for you to have a better life," Pierre replied, his voice heavy with emotion.

"You don't get it, Pierre. I want to be

free from the weight of my conscience. Every single day, I carry the burden of my past. When I was young, all wanted was to find someone who loved me. Someone to go to the movies with, to share an ice cream with, to walk through the park with... But life took a different turn. And look at me now. This is a curse-I'm still alive, but at what cost?" Alexia's voice cracked with anger and pain.

Pierre could only watch as the woman he loved refused, time and time again, to

see the life she still had. He needed her to be okay. He needed her, he needed

her son, he needed a life with her. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing ever seemed to be enough.