Chapter 294

Giselle was the last one to enter the sickroom. She sat by Patrick's bedside, silently listening to him speak. Laying in his hospital bed, Patrick gently held Giselle's hand. He started to reminisce about what they used to be like, a smile appearing on his face. They had been through their youth together. The love they once had was pure and intense. Those were his most beautiful memories, the ones he was loathed to let go of... "Giselle, I often think about that year. If there weren't any misunderstandings and I hadn't left, what would we be like now." He took a long pause, faintly smiled as he continued speaking, "I think we would've had a house of our own, with one pink and one blue slipper, your nightgown and mine, hanging in the same closet. In the morning, you would wrap your arms around my neck and say, 'Patrick, hug me.' We would brush our teeth and wash our faces together. When you put on your makeup, I'd prepare breakfast. I'd kiss you after you finished your milk. While I was