Dispatch: 911, what's the emergency?

Caller: Help! There's an accident! Blood! So much blood!

Dispatch: Calm down, sir. Can you give us the exact location?

Caller: Ah! Er... 19th Street, Forth Junction, West Abbys... Hurry up!

Dispatch: The ambulance will be there as soon as possible, sir...

***

White snow blankets the ground, transforming the once green fields into a serene winter wonderland. The sun hides behind a veil of lazy clouds, casting a muted glow across the landscape.

Silence reigns in this secluded park, where few venture. It's a place where the deceased find solace, nestled within the walls of a large, grey building. Glass boxes line the corridors, each holding its own urn.

Standing amidst the tranquility, a figure donning brown boots stands calmly. Wrapped in a thick, fluffy trench coat, they bury their hands in the pockets for a brief respite from the biting cold. Wisps of cold breath escape their lips, a testament to the frigid air.

Their gaze remains fixed on a particular glass box, housing two urns. With head bowed and hands clasped, they find solace in silent contemplation.

Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps reaches their ears. Another pair of boots, black and made of leather, draws near. Long fingers tap the shoulder of the figure in the brown coat.

They turn their head to meet the gaze of the newcomer, and a smile graces their lips. The person lets out a heavy sigh, their attention returning to the glass box.

"Are you done?" the newcomer asks, their voice filled with understanding. The figure in the brown coat murmurs softly, "All is well, at least for now."

"Yeah," the other person replies.

"Sorn, I'm sorry for everything," the figure in the brown coat says, their voice laced with sincerity. Sorn releases a helpless sigh but manages a smile. He shakes his head gently, reaching out to take the long fingers in his, intertwining them with his own.

"There's a reason behind all this. No need to apologize," Sorn gently caresses the fingers entwined with his own. Their eyes meet, filled with a mix of emotions.

"Shall we?" Sorn asks, ready to make their way. But as he prepares to move, the grip on his hand tightens.

"Is something wrong?" he inquires, concern evident in his voice. Sorn adjusts the coat around the figure, ensuring their warmth and comfort, and carefully fastens a button.

"Do you think I made the right decision?" the figure asks, uncertainty lacing their words. Sorn lets out a sigh, understanding the weight of the question. He offers a reassuring smile.

"Yes, you did," he affirms, his voice filled with conviction. With those comforting words, they begin to move, their steps slow but steady, leaving the peaceful confines of the columbarium behind them.

***

3 months ago

"Male. 25 years old. Severe head injury. Broken leg..." the charts were passed over to the on-duty doctor in the ER, detailing the condition of the patient.

"Ba...by..."

The doctor asked the paramedic for the patient's ID.

Another stretcher was wheeled into the ER entrance.

"Female. 35 years old. Abdominal pain..."

"Sa... Save my baby!" the woman pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

"You're pregnant?" the doctor inquired, his concern evident. The woman nodded, her face contorted with pain.

"12... 12 weeks..." she managed to say between grunts of pain.

Both stretchers stopped side by side for a brief moment. The man on one stretcher looked at the woman on the other, his hand reaching out towards her despite his blurred vision. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held onto the pain, both physically and emotionally.

"G... Ba...by..."

"Way..." the woman whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and longing.

***

Present Day

Gia walks into the building, with Sorn following closely behind. They pass by the reception counter, where the nurses greet them with warm smiles.

"Hello, Mr. Patthita," one of the nurses greets Sorn.

"How's he?" Sorn asks anxiously, his eyes shifting towards Gia who is slowly making her way into a room on the left.

"He's doing well. He insisted on being here," the nurse replies, glancing at Gia. Sorn's relief is visible as he lets out a sigh, quickly replacing his concern with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that..." he responds sincerely.

***

Gia watches as the man sits on the couch, completely absorbed in his artwork. An easel stands before him, and his hand moves gracefully across the canvas, creating small strokes with vibrant oil paint.

"Way..." Gia's head turns towards him, and their eyes meet.

A smile spreads across Gia's face as she approaches him. She reaches out, gently placing her hand on his shoulder, offering her support. Way grasps her hand tightly, his eyes welling up with tears as he gazes at her.

***

Flashback

Gia sprinted down the stairs, gasping for breath as she made her escape. Seizing the moment when Way let his guard down, she knew she had to save herself. His possessiveness had transformed him into a deranged stalker, a potential killer. He had manipulated situations, putting her loved ones in danger, all in his twisted quest to make her his own.

Her legs propelled her downward, each step taking her closer to freedom. She needed to reach the hospital, to find Sorn and the Patthitas. If Sorn had been harmed or killed, it would be undeniable proof of Way's murderous intentions. She refused to spend her life with such a monster.

The door was within reach, just in front of her.

"Gia!!!" A scream echoed behind her, urging her to run faster. She pushed herself even harder, determined to leave this nightmare behind.

"Gia!!!" She shook her head, resolute in her decision. No matter how much she may have once loved Way, she knew she couldn't stay with him. He was deeply disturbed.

As she neared the other side of the road, a force tugged at her body. Everything happened in a blur.

And when she opened her eyes, there was Way, lying on the cold asphalt.

"Way!!" Gia stumbled towards him, her heart breaking at the sight of his blood pooling on the road. Tears streamed down her face as Way weakly held her hand.

"Don't... leave..."

"No! I'm here... I-"

"Baby... Take care..." His trembling hand gently brushed against her belly. Gia sobbed uncontrollably, her emotions spiraling into chaos.

"Stay with me, please stay!"

"I... love... you..." Way's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with tears as they slowly closed, his strength fading away.

***

Three months had passed since Way saved Gia, but the accident had left him paralyzed in both legs. The doctor had delivered the devastating news that his injury might be permanent, rendering him unable to walk for the rest of his life.

For weeks, Way found himself trapped in a dark place, grappling with his sins and the consequences of his actions. He reached out to his family, confessing everything and seeking their forgiveness. Sorn, who had regained consciousness, knew the truth but chose not to pursue it any further.

The Kent-Patthita family, united by their love and forgiveness, chose to move forward and let go of the past. However, facing Gia again after the tragedy weighed heavily on Way's heart. But when Gia showed him a picture of their unborn baby, something stirred within him, and tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.

Gia, seeing the depth of his emotions, persuaded Way to seek treatment. She believed that there might still be hope, that he could regain some mobility with the right medical care and rehabilitation. With their unborn child as a beacon of hope, Way found the strength to embark on a journey of healing and redemption.

***

"The doctor told me that I might be able to walk next month if I stay focused and patient," Way shares with Gia as he sits on the bed, and she stands before him. He gently caresses her big belly, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"I'm glad to hear that. Mom and Dad would be overjoyed," Gia responds, a smile gracing her lips.

"I can't wait for our baby to arrive," Way says, his eyes filled with a deep longing as he gazes at Gia.

Gia takes a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking softly, "You know, I visited my parents' graves earlier. I wished they were still here with us. Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of missing them..."

Way reaches out to hold Gia's hand, offering comfort and support. "Don't be sad, my love. I am here for you, always. I love you, Gia."

Gia looks into Way's eyes, her heart filled with love and forgiveness. "I love you too, Way."

In that moment, the distance between them seems to vanish. Gia has made her decision to choose Way, not only for the sake of their baby, but also because she believes in his capacity to change and grow. She understands that his love for her has always been unwavering, even if he struggled to express it in a healthy way.

With forgiveness and a renewed sense of commitment, they embark on their journey together, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way.