The city lights blurred as Noah drove through the rain, his fingers tight around the steering wheel. Beside him, Eva sat in silence, her hands folded in her lap, her engagement ring catching the dim glow of the streetlights.
"I got the results today," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Noah's chest tightened. He didn't have to ask what results. He had been there when the doctor ran the tests, his hand in hers, squeezing every time she trembled.
"And?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.
She exhaled slowly. "It’s… not good. The treatment might help, but it’ll change me. I might lose my hair, my energy, my strength. I might not be the Eva you fell in love with."
Noah pulled the car to a stop outside her apartment and turned to her. "Eva, you think I fell in love with your hair? Your smile? I love you—the way you laugh at your own jokes, the way you cry at commercials, the way you love with your whole heart."
She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unspoken fears. "But what if—what if I’m not the same? What if I push you away?"
Noah cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "Then I’ll stay. I’ll fight for you, even when you can't fight for yourself. Because love isn’t about staying when things are perfect. It’s about choosing each other, even when everything falls apart."
A sob broke from her lips as she leaned into him, the weight of fear momentarily lifted by the warmth of his arms.
And in that moment, with the rain tapping against the windshield and the world outside fading into the background, Noah made a silent vow—no matter how hard it got, no matter what changed—he would always choose her.
Will you still love me? she had asked.
And without hesitation, he had answered. Always.
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