Memories

Trembling fingertips caressed the dried bloodstains on the page, revealing a near-death level of despair on Percival’s face. He always had an excellent memory and recalling the date at the top of the diary page, he remembered it was the day Eulalia was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer after returning from the hospital.

Her face was pale, and he remembered scolding her that day. Why didn’t she answer his calls? Why did she return so late, looking as pale as a ghost? He was oblivious to everything happening to Eulalia, his mind solely occupied with Evadne, who was hospitalized.

That day, he forcefully drew 600 milliliters of blood from Eulalia’s hand, dragging her to the hospital to give a blood transfusion to Evadne, not knowing about her cancer diagnosis.

The man known for his calm and restrained demeanor could no longer bear the internal agony, clutching the notebook to his forehead, he broke down in tears. The diary, spanning 102 pages, every word, every sentence, was about hi