Percy Stanton swallowed his saliva, his voice breaking slightly as he interrupted Isabel Smith's words, "And then...?" He paused, then continued strenuously, "Do you want to refuse?"
"And then, I'm preparing to love you."
The night in the hospital is much quieter than anywhere else.
Isabel's words were light and soft, sounding like words floated out between breaths, slowly drifting into Percy's ears.
The man at that moment, seemed to hear the sound of heaven, his chest filled with a whirlpool of emotions in an instant.
Isabel said it once more, as if it wasn't enough, she continued in a slow and soft tone repeating her words from earlier, "Percy, everything you've done for me, I'm truly moved, and then, I am preparing to love you."
Percy's body started trembling slightly, his eyes becoming warmer, with hot liquid rolling out from the bottom of his eyes.
A confession...who in their lifetime has not been confessed to?