Emeli Sandг© - My Kind Of — Love

“When the world is on your shoulders, and the seeds of doubt are beginning to grow...”

“I didn't fall for the version of you that has it all together,” Liam said over the music. “I fell for you . All of it. The fear, the temper, the tired eyes. This right here? This is the core of it.”

Sarah finally looked at him, tears blurring her vision, and for the first time in weeks, she didn't feel like a patient or a burden. She felt seen. He was looking past the machines and the medicine, straight into her soul, proving that while the world might turn its back when things get dark, he was the one who would hold the light. Emeli SandГ© - My Kind of Love

He pulled out his phone and hit play on a song they’d loved years ago, back when life felt unbreakable. The soulful, steady beat of began to fill the small room.

“You should go home,” Sarah whispered, her voice a dry rasp. She didn’t look at him. She hated that he saw her like this—pale, diminished, stripped of the vibrant woman who used to dance in their kitchen. “I’m a mess, Liam. Look at me. I’m not... I’m not who you signed up for.” “When the world is on your shoulders, and

Liam didn't flinch. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "You think I’m here for the easy parts? The sunlit days and the laughs?"

The song faded out, but he didn't let go. He just held on tighter. The fear, the temper, the tired eyes

As Emeli Sandé’s voice soared, singing about a love that doesn't walk away when things get ugly, Liam took Sarah’s hand and slowly began to sway his shoulders. It wasn't a dance—they didn't have the strength for that—but it was a movement of defiance.