Her words struck Joshua like a tidal wave, stirring a fierce current within his chest.
Stella walked over to the window and opened it, letting in the crisp morning air. She turned back and offered him a small smile. "If every action has to be weighed for its pros and cons, if you can never live spontaneously, what's the point of living at all?"
His pupils reflected her image. The soft morning light streamed through the clean glass, enveloping her in a golden halo, making it seem as if she had stepped directly out of the sun. Years later, he would still remember this morning.
*Someone I care about...*
Had he become someone she cared about?
Despite his words of caution, he couldn't deny the strange sense of satisfaction settling in his chest.
Noticing the soup had cooled enough, Stella said, "You should eat something. Mr. Burton said you can have soft foods now."
The aroma of the soup filled the room, a comforting scent distinct from typical hospital food.
"It's okay," Joshua said. "I'll just have some water."
Stella looked at him, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Is it not to your liking? If there's a restaurant you prefer, I can go buy something for you."
"No, I love the things you cook," he clarified. "It's just that... in my current state, I don't think I can manage it."
He was still incredibly weak, struggling even to sit up, let alone feed himself.
"It's alright," Stella said gently. "I can feed you."
Joshua's long lashes fluttered. "You'll... feed me?"

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