It was a cold winter day and Isiah had just lit the fireplace, filling the room with warmth and light. The wood he had collected crackled and snapped as it burned, spreading its heat throughout the room.
Lexie was lying in bed, her body weak from illness. But despite her condition, she mustered enough strength to call out his name from behind. Her voice was soft, but the sound of it filled the room with anticipation from both sides .
when she called for him, she didn't even think that he would turn around to look at her .
yet isaiah didn't reply to her , he just looked at her from afar, but she repeated to him again with a stolen breaths :" isiah "
Lexie's words came out slowly, each syllable pronounced with effort. Her breathing was heavy, labored, as if speaking took all her strength.
He could see the effort it was taking for her to speak, but he also knew how important it was for her to express what was on her mind. So, he listened intently.
