How could I Possibly Love You

“You think I’d still love the child tainted with your blood after all I’ve been through?” Eulalia’s words were cruel, but her heart ached fiercely, like a small hand was squeezing it tight.

Her eyes were red and sore, but no tears fell. “You’ll never know how I counted every minute during that hour, or those ten calls... I called you ten times. Why didn’t you answer? If you’d just answered the last one, Vincent wouldn’t have died.”

She wasn’t afraid of pain or disability; she just couldn’t accept losing the most important person in her life.

For over ten years, Vincent had been her guiding light, one she silently cherished in her heart, only for Percival to extinguish it with a casual swipe.

Percival’s throat tightened as he picked up Eulalia’s coat and wrapped it around her, covering her injuries below her neck. He held her tightly, tears falling onto her neck. “You should hate me. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but Eulalia, I have only you left. Only you. I know I’m unforgivable,