He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 67

Lawrence.

Theresia had known this day might come. Showing up in public meant giving Lawrence a chance to find her, and she’d tried to prepare herself. Still, when he actually appeared, her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t ready.

The night sky stretched above, glittering with stars. The moonlight spilled over everything, wrapping Theresia in a silver glow. Her face, delicate and perfectly shaped, looked almost ethereal in the light. Lawrence stared, realizing for the first time how dazzling she could be when she wasn’t orbiting around him. She was breathtaking, especially now, when the spotlight found her and she shone brighter than anyone else. All those years sharing a bed, and now, standing just a few feet away, she felt like a stranger he’d never truly known.

A cold wave of dread washed over him. He felt it in his bones. This Theresia was someone he could never reach again.

He swallowed hard, his chest tight, fighting the urge to just pull her close like he used to. Instead, he took a cautious step forward, trying not to scare her away.

His voice trembled as he spoke, eyes shining with hope. “Theresia, I finally found you.”

He moved to embrace her, just like before, but she stepped back without hesitation. Her eyes were icy, her tone sharp and tired. “Lawrence, please, have some decency.”

Patti had hurt her, sure, but Lawrence was the one she truly blamed. He was the reason for all of it. He was the one she could never forgive.

Lawrence’s brow tightened. His words shook as he tried to reach her. “Theresia, I know I hurt you. I want to spend the rest of my life making it right. Please, just give me one more chance. Don’t leave me.”

If he’d said this back when she still had her child, maybe her heart would have softened. But now, after losing her baby, that door was shut forever. She’d never forget the life lost between them—her own child’s life.

Thinking of that child made her chest ache, the pain sharp and cutting. All her feelings toward Lawrence twisted into pure hatred. She didn’t buy into the idea that love and hate were tangled together. For her, hate was all that was left. Love was gone.

Theresia lifted her chin, her lashes casting shadows over eyes that cut like glass. “Lawrence, I did love you once. But you’re not worth my love. Not anymore.”

She brushed his hands off with a finality that burned. The pain in his eyes was obvious.

She walked away without looking back. As her silhouette disappeared into the dark, a stabbing pain shot through Lawrence’s chest. His tall frame wavered, and he nearly lost his balance.

Aaron rushed to catch him, steadying him. “Lawrence, are you okay?”

Only someone who had felt heartbreak like this could understand what it really meant to be in pain.