Chapter 17 — Fractures and Flames
The air felt heavier in the apartment, as if the walls themselves bore witness to the cracks forming between Emmanuel and Funmi. The past months had been a relentless battle against time, illness, and their own fears, but now an invisible fracture was spreading, threatening to pull them apart.
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It started subtly — a missed glance here, a silenced phone call there. Emmanuel noticed Funmi's growing distance, her once warm smiles becoming rare and forced. She would retreat to her room for hours, shutting the door as if sealing away a part of herself.
One rainy evening, Emmanuel sat on the couch, watching her silhouette behind the closed bedroom door.
"Funmi?" His voice was tentative, careful.
No answer.
He stood and gently knocked. "Can we talk?"
The door opened just enough to reveal her tired eyes. "What is it?"
He hesitated. "You've been pulling away. I don't know what's happening, but I want to understand."
Her eyes glistened with tears. "I'm scared, Emmanuel. Not just of the illness, but of being a burden."
"Burden?" His heart clenched. "You're not a burden. You're my reason."
She shook her head, stepping back. "I don't want to hurt you. Sometimes it feels easier if I'm not here."
Before he could respond, she closed the door softly.
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Days later, Emmanuel found a note slipped under the bathroom door. It was brief but shattered him.
"I need space. This isn't fair to either of us right now. I love you, but I need to find myself again."
He sat down hard, chest tightening.
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The next morning, Emmanuel searched for her. He found Funmi at the park bench where they first met, staring blankly at the trees.
"Funmi," he said softly, sitting beside her.
She looked away, voice barely a whisper. "I don't know who I am anymore."
He reached for her hand. "You're still you — the woman I love, fighting so bravely."
She pulled her hand away, standing abruptly. "Maybe I'm not the person you think I am."
He stood too. "We can figure it out. Together."
Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't," he promised.
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Back in the apartment, Emmanuel poured over old photos — moments of joy and hope. He realized they were at a crossroads, the path ahead uncertain but crucial.
That night, they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the silence heavy.
"I miss us," Emmanuel confessed.
Funmi nodded, voice breaking. "Me too. But sometimes love isn't enough."
He reached for her hand. "Maybe it's about learning to love differently."
She met his gaze, a flicker of hope.
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But healing was slow. One evening, Funmi confided in Emmanuel about a dream she had — a dark vision of losing herself completely.
"I'm afraid I'll forget who I am," she whispered.
Emmanuel held her close. "I'll help you hold onto yourself."
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Weeks later, a sudden flare-up left Funmi hospitalized. Emmanuel sat by her bedside, holding her hand, watching the rise and fall of her breath.
The doctors were cautiously optimistic, but Emmanuel saw the toll in her eyes — a quiet surrender that terrified him.
In that sterile room, Emmanuel vowed to fight harder, not just for her body but for their love, fragile yet unyielding.
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Late one night, Emmanuel found a letter Funmi had hidden. It was a goodbye — a painful, loving farewell filled with apologies and hope for his future without her.
His hands trembled as he read.
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The next morning, Emmanuel confronted her gently.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Funmi's tears were endless. "I didn't want to hurt you."
He shook his head. "Hiding things only makes the pain worse. We have to face this — every shadow — together."
She nodded, their bond fragile but surviving.
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Outside the window, the first snow began to fall, soft flakes landing like tiny promises.
In that quiet moment, Emmanuel whispered, "We may be fractured, but we're not broken."
Funmi smiled through tears. "Not broken."