The fact that he lost his power had put him in so much agony. He had lived with that power for as long as he remembered, but that pain was not even anything compared to the agonizing realization that he was going to lose Lise.
The day he heard Lise was sick, was the day he felt the whole world crumble around his feet. He was going to lose her and he could feel it, as if that was something the most inevitable in his life.
And now, with each day that passed, Gael could see how fast that came true. How little their time together now was and how he had done nothing for her, but kept disappointing her instead for not being able to save their daughter. River.
"I told you to not walk around, you need to rest." Gael's voice sounded deeper and bleak, as he looked at Lise's pale face and her lips that were slightly trembling. In the past, he would love to kiss her deep and hard, forcing himself on her, but right now, he couldn't even bear to raise his voice at her.
