DEAR
The married couple, Genevieve Hwang and Vincent William relocated to a vibrant neighborhood in Melbourne, hoping for a fresh start. Despite the friendly community, Genevieve's persistent hallucinations continued to haunt her. Professional help...
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A DESPERATE QUEST
After Genevieve's words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled over the room.
The only sounds were her labored breathing and the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze.
Vincent's heart sank as he looked at his wife's tear-streaked face, filled with sorrow and confusion.
They stood frozen for a moment, caught between reality and illusion.
Summoning his courage, Vincent stepped closer, speaking softly. "I'm sorry, Evie. I never meant for any of this to happen."
Genevieve wiped her tears, struggling to compose herself. "When did this happen?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"It was two days ago," Vincent admitted.
Genevieve's heart ached at the revelation.
"Why am I hearing about this 'Lady Susan' now?" she asked, her confusion evident.
Vincent looked at her, his eyes filled with regret. "It's a long story, Evie," he began, taking a deep breath. "After you mentioned your struggles, I couldn't bear to see you suffer anymore. So, I went to Busan to find Lady Susan, hoping she could help."
Genevieve listened intently, her brow furrowing in disbelief.
"But on my way there, I got into an accident," Vincent continued, his voice filled with sadness. "And now, here I am, caught between worlds."
Genevieve's eyes widened in shock.
"I never meant to leave you," Vincent confessed, his voice cracking with emotion. "I thought I could find a way back to you, but it's not that simple."
Tears welled up in Genevieve's eyes as she struggled to process the impossible truth.
"Why are you doing this, Vincent?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're doing this because I quit my therapy, right?" Genevieve's fists clenched at her sides, her frustration boiling over.
Vincent reached out, his eyes pleading for understanding. "No, Evie, it's not about that," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation.
But Genevieve shook her head, her anger mounting with each passing moment. "Don't lie to me, Vincent!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in intensity. "You're risking everything because of my foolish decision. How could you be so reckless?"
Vincent's shoulders slumped, his heart heavy with guilt. "I didn't know how else to help you, Evie," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't bear to see you suffer."
Genevieve's eyes flashed with anger as she took a step back, her hands trembling with emotion. "You don't get to make that choice for me," she declared, her voice sharp with accusations. "You're only making things worse."
Vincent's gaze fell to the ground, his words catching in his throat.
He knew he had made a mistake, but he couldn't bear to see the pain in Genevieve's eyes.
As the tension between them hung thick in the air, Genevieve turned away, her heart heavy with disappointment.
Vincent watched helplessly, knowing that he had caused her even more pain with his misguided actions.
Genevieve took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "I'm going to Busan tonight," she announced, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I need to see you, the real you, in the hospital. I need to understand what's happening."
Vincent's eyes widened in panic. "Evie, no, it's too dangerous. You don't know what you're walking into," he pleaded, his form flickering with desperation.
"I don't care," Genevieve replied, her determination unyielding. "I need answers, and I need to see you. Nothing you say will change my mind."
With that, she stormed to their wardrobe room, throwing open drawers and pulling out a suitcase.
Vincent watched in dismay as she packed her belongings with a fury, each movement sharp and deliberate.
"Please, Evie," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I can't lose you."
Genevieve paused, her face flushed with anger. "You already have, Vincent. I'm doing this for both of us, but mostly for me," she said, her voice thick with emotion.
She zipped up the suitcase and grabbed her coat, turning to leave.
As she reached the stairs, Vincent appeared before her, his eyes desperate. "Evie, stop. Please don't go," he begged, holding out his hands to block her path.
But Genevieve was too furious to listen. "Get out of my way!" she shouted, stepping forward.
To her shock, her body passed right through his.
The sensation was cold and surreal, stopping her in her tracks. She stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding.
Slowly, she turned around, her eyes wide with realization.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making them glisten with sorrow and anger. "You..." She whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't want to believe it, but..."
Vincent's form flickered, his eyes filled with pain. "I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen."
Genevieve's red, tear-streaked eyes locked onto his. "Why did it have to be this way? Why did you have to go?"
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared grief and love.
Vincent reached out, wishing he could hold her, comfort her, but knowing he couldn't.
"I'm still here, Evie. In whatever way I can be, I'm still here," he whispered.
Genevieve wiped her tears, her heart breaking all over again. "Then help me find a way to bring you back," she said, her voice resolute. "Help me, Vincent. I can't do this alone."
Genevieve stood there, trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow, tears streaming down her face.
Vincent's spirit flickered before her, his eyes filled with deep regret and love.
"I need to see you. I need to understand what's happening," Genevieve insisted, her voice shaking.
Vincent took a deep breath, trying to calm her. "Evie, I understand how you feel, but it's too dangerous to travel at night," he said softly. "We'll go to Busan tomorrow morning. We can leave at first light when it's safer."
Genevieve's eyes blazed with frustration, but she knew he was right. "I can't just sit here and do nothing," she muttered, her hands still shaking from the encounter.
Vincent's form wavered as he stepped closer. "We'll prepare tonight," he suggested gently. "Get some rest, pack what you need, and we'll leave as soon as the sun rises. I promise."
Genevieve wiped her tears, her resolve hardening.
With a heavy heart, Genevieve turned back to her suitcase, her movements more controlled but still fueled by a desperate need for answers.
Vincent watched her, his own heart aching with the desire to comfort her properly, but knowing he could only do so much in his current state.
As the night wore on, Genevieve packed methodically, making sure to include everything she might need for the journey.
Vincent stayed close, offering what support he could, even if only through his presence.
