When she opened the door, Albert stood there—gaunt, pale, and trembling, his dark hair shadowing eyes full of love and pain. Before he could speak, his knees buckled, and he collapsed into her arms, struggling for each breath. “I’m… sorry,” he rasped weakly “for making you think I was dead… Please… help me. I never stopped loving you—you were the only thing that kept me alive.” His voice broke, his gaze locked on hers, desperate and pleading as he fought to stay conscious.
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