Day Seventy-Four…
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"Jane… let me… let me help you forget that night with Vincent… I only want you to remember me… us…" Nathan's voice trembled with a mix of agony and determination as he reached out to her. He held her shoulders tightly.
His heart ached at the thought of Jane's anguish, the torment she endured at the hands of another. Nathan wanted nothing more than to erase that painful memory, to replace it with something beautiful, something borne of their own connection.
He brought his right hand to her face, his finger gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I don't want that night to define you, to haunt your thoughts. I want to create new memories together, ones that overshadow the darkness of the past." Nathan's left hand moved down, to hold the lace that tied her bathrobe.
