The countryside lay under a soft quilt of white snow, slowing the Harrington's daily rhythm to a listless drawl.
Helena stuck close to Eddy, tending to the hearth and keeping the home's warmth. Silas, in his study and workshop, weaved back and forth, immersed in his usual tasks. With no plants to tend, Lucile's afternoons often found her in the company of Josephine, Their daily commune involved strolling along the river, lost in the winter's pale beauty.
Yet, amid this façade of normalcy, Eddy's illness cast a long shadow. Helena gently lowered him onto the bed, his strength waning.
Too feeble to rise on his own, even for the simplest tasks. "There you go, my love. I'll fetch water and your medicine," Helena whispered, attempting a smile.
As she tried to rise, Eddy's grasp held her back. "Dove...", Adjusting on the bed, Helena leaned in, "I'll only be a moment, and then I'll be right back—"
"My Dove." Eddy's tender look interrupted her. " We both know the medicine can only do so much."
Helena's movements ceased, a frozen mask of denial etched across her face. "Don't utter such foreboding words. You will recover, for I am by your side."
Eddy summoned every ounce of strength to grip her hands " Dove, I have witnessed the cruel dance of illness within my own family…We must confront the reality that lies ahead and be prepare for—"
"Please," Helena's plea cut through, the weight of his unspoken words," Not now." Her body trembled as she leaned down to kissed him, desperately trying to stave off the tears.
"When? "
" Soon. " she whispered, her voice heavy with the burden as she nestled beside him.
Well my puppo is sick and needs to go to the vet. I just started a new job and don't have much time to take him but whoopdido guess whose taking him tomorrow ANYWAY
