Looking at Claudia as she advised him to marry, speaking like an old friend, York felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him.
He lowered his gaze, silent for a moment, before speaking.
"Claudia, it's your choice not to forgive me. And it's my choice how I live my life from now on."
Claudia started to speak, but York cut her off. "Everyone is already pushing me. Don't you start, too."
For some reason, Claudia's eyes grew moist. "York..."
York stood up. "I have to go. Drive safely on your way back."
Claudia remained seated, watching him leave. Thinking back on her past life and this one with York, her heart was a whirlwind of complex emotions.
Back then, she had forced a promise from him: if he could respect her choices, watch her be happy, and not interfere, then she would believe he truly loved her.
He had said he would use his entire life to prove his love was genuine.
Claudia lowered her head as a tear fell. She wiped her eyes, grabbed her bag, and chased after him, stopping him by his car.
York, who had just opened the car door, closed it again.
Claudia stood before him, looking him in the eye. "York, I believe you!"
She said, "I believe that every word you've ever said to me in this life was true—including that you loved me!"
In an instant, York's eyes turned red. Overcome with emotion, he gripped her shoulders, about to pull her into a hug. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mattie's cartoon hair clip in her hair, and he froze. The hands gripping her shoulders slowly fell away.
Claudia took the initiative, taking his hands in hers. "What's past is past. I've let it go, and I hope you can, too. Don't let the past keep you trapped anymore!"
Whether it was the sharp, piercing gaze of his youth, the formidable presence he commanded after entering society, the complex depth he gained after experiencing the world, or the cloudy, faded eyes that slowly grew wrinkled... his gaze never once left Claudia. Even if it was only to catch a glimpse of her from a distance.
He spent his entire life witnessing and safeguarding Claudia's happiness. He watched as she was cherished by her husband, blessed with a son and daughter, respected by her in-laws, and successful in her career.
He had learned how to love her.
The winter forty years later was especially cold. The early snows fell one after another, showing no sign of stopping.
Claudia was inside her warm home, reading a picture book with her young granddaughter.
Her son and daughter knocked and came in. "Mom, Uncle York is critically ill!"
With a soft thud, the picture book fell from Claudia's hands.

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