Eames laboriously raised his hand, attempting to touch my cheek. "Forgive me, please, Frostine. I've been in love with you for so long."
"I was foolish, unable to see my own feelings before. Don't give up on me."
My heart felt as if it were being squeezed mercilessly by an invisible hand.
Forgiveness - such a simple word, yet so hard to grant.
"Eames, do you know how painful late-stage stomach cancer is?"
Tears blurred my vision as I gazed into Eames's remorseful eyes and continued, "But what hurts even more is how your eyes always seem to look through me, searching for her."
"Do you truly know who you love?"
In an instant, Eames seemed shattered by these words.
At that moment, the paramedics arrived. Eames was rushed to the emergency room, while Sophie had already vanished without a trace.
"Frostine, you really don't care about your own health, do you?"