I Love You But-

Anna's eyes fluttered open, greeted by an unfamiliar environment. The distant sound of a man's voice on the phone reached her ears.

"Yeah, she's fine now. I gave her medicine. She's sleeping right now," the voice reassured someone on the other end.

Confusion filled Anna as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

Upon attempting to sit up, her gaze met the man's face, and time seemed to freeze.

It was Porsche. Anna's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, her mind struggling to comprehend.

Porsche turned to face her, and Anna, like a statue, remained frozen.

The air became heavy with unspoken emotions as they exchanged a silent gaze.

Then, with a trembling voice, Anna uttered a single word, "Den."

Porsche's eyes widened at the unexpected name.

The room hung in a pregnant pause as they continued to lock eyes.

The weight of their shared history, the pain, and the unsaid words lingered in the air.

It was a moment suspended in time until, unable to contain her emotions any longer, Anna broke into tears.

Porsche, facing Anna's emotional outburst, stood still as she unleashed her frustration.

The soft hits on his chest were like a release of the pent-up emotions Anna had been carrying for years.

He endured the blows, understanding the pain behind each strike.

Anna's voice cracked with anger and sorrow as she demanded answers, "Where were you? Huh? You left me all alone in the middle of chaos. Where were you when I needed you the most?"

Porsche's eyes softened, witnessing the anguish in Anna's tearful eyes.

He remained silent, absorbing the weight of her words, knowing that explanations might not be enough to heal the wounds that time had inflicted.

In the midst of Anna's uncontrollable tears, Porsche, unable to witness her pain, instinctively moved closer and gently brought her head forward, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Despite the comforting gesture, Anna continued to cry, her breaths heavy with emotion.

Porsche held her tightly, offering solace through the simple act of hugging.

The embrace persisted until Anna's sobs gradually subsided, and she regained a semblance of composure.

Once Anna appeared more composed, Porsche gently wiped away her tears and handed her a glass of water along with a medicine.

Anna hesitated, reluctant to take the medication, but Porsche, with a determined resolve, managed to convince her to swallow it.

Anna forcefully pushed her head backward, the impact causing it to hit the bed with a thud. The sudden and harsh movement seemed to express her inner turmoil and frustration.

Porsche, overwhelmed with emotions, harshly held Anna's face, his concern evident. He questioned her with a mix of frustration and worry, "Why are you hurting yourself?"

Anna, avoiding eye contact, didn't immediately respond.

Instead, she uttered words filled with pain, "I wish I had died with baba." The weight of her words hung in the air, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

Reacting to Anna's statement, Porsche tightly gripped both of her hands, his own frustration apparent. "Don't you dare say anything like that again," he sternly warned. "After you were gone, I kept searching for you everywhere. Even my father died after two years, but I kept searching for you."

Anna remained silent, her gaze averted.

Porsche continued, his voice tinged with sorrow, "I even came to the cottage you lived in, but your uncle didn't let me see you. I waited for two days outside your house, but he didn't allow me, saying that I might remind you of the accident, and then eventually, I had to leave."

Drawing closer, Porsche added with a melancholic tone, "But sadly, when I found you after all those years, you were not able to recognize me."

Anna, moved by his words, gently held Porsche's hand as she tearfully confessed, "That is because I lost all the memories Porsche."

The room was filled with a palpable sense of sorrow, enveloping them both in the weight of their shared history.

Anna cried, "But this time you left me again." She withdrew her hands from his, adding, "I can't trust you. You will leave me again."

As Anna cried, Porsche's eyes filled with tears, looking at her. Anna pushed Porsche back, sobbing, "You will abandon me like everyone abandoned me."

Porsche kept staring at her, feeling helpless, as she continued, "I can't trust you."

In the hush of night, Porsche's grip on Anna tightened, urging her to rise from her slumber's grasp. With a soft yet resolute voice, he uttered, "Anna, I've spent these years, every moment a silent vigil for you."

Anna, retrieving her composure, questioned with a mix of sorrow and indignation, "Then why did you depart? Why did you find your way back here?"

Porsche, drawing near, confessed, "I thought Taylor outshone me. Envy gripped me." As he closed the distance, he continued, "The mere sight of Taylor with you was an insufferable torment."

Closing in on Anna, Porsche persisted, "I contemplated ending him, but then I realized it was you, not Taylor, who bore the blame." With a hand against the wall, his tone turned bitter, "I came seeking retribution, knowing you'd come for me upon discovering I am Den."

Anna, a flutter of emotions in her eyes, held her ground as Porsche pressed her against the wall. "So, you aimed to witness my suffering?" she retorted, pushing him away.

Porsche turned his face away, a smirk playing on his lips. Anna, struggling to hold back tears, spoke with a quiver in her voice, "Do you even comprehend how I spent those three days?"

As Porsche prepared to respond, Anna interjected, her voice breaking, "I was alone." She continued, desperation evident, "I needed you desperately because I knew you were the only one who could fathom my turmoil."

Attempting to draw closer, Porsche was met with resistance as Anna pushed him away. "You wanted to witness my suffering because you knew my vulnerabilities," she declared.

Porsche, firm in his grasp, countered, "I never desired to witness your pain. I merely sought to ascertain if I held significance. If the Den who consistently cared for you was truly important."

Anna, giving him a disdainful look, made to leave, but Porsche, refusing to let go, held her hand firmly and pulled her close. With a determined tone, he asserted, "You can't go anywhere now."

In the midst of emotional turmoil, Anna's tears flowed freely as she bared her soul. "I was merely seven when we were torn apart. I liked you then, but it was with Porsche, not Den, that I discovered love," she confessed.

Locking eyes with him, she continued, "Throughout my time with Taylor, my thoughts were consumed by Porsche. I ran to you out of fear, fearing the possibility of losing you as well." The weight of her emotions became evident as she admitted, "I'm weary of losing those dear to me."

Porsche, moved by her vulnerability, attempted to embrace her, but she retreated. "Porsche, I've fallen for you. Den was like a brother, but Porsche is the confidant I've longed for in my life," she declared, her voice a mix of sincerity and longing.

In the midst of her heartfelt confession, Anna's tears flowed uncontrollably. "Porsche, I am someone who will never betray you, for all these years I've been alone," she cried, her words strained as she struggled for breath. "There wasn't a single—"

Her voice faltered, and she continued with difficulty, "Th-there wasn't a single person for me. After meeting you, I felt like my life could become colorful as well. With you, I learned the purpose of my life, and..."

Anna's body betrayed her, succumbing to cold sweats and shivers. Porsche, gripped by worry, hugged her tightly. In the midst of her struggle, Anna managed to utter, "Porsche, I love you." The next moment, she fainted in Porsche's arms.

Porsche's eyes widened, and he held Anna even tighter. His eyes, filled with tears, revealed the profound importance Anna held in his life. In that moment of vulnerability, their connection deepened, and Porsche's heart resonated with the weight of Anna's words.