Even if Waylen had to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade his life for her awakening.
As a believer of God, Juliette also knew the price.
She sobbed, âWaylen, Letâs wait for your father first, and then we can talk about this, okay?â
But Waylen, his gaze unwavering, replied, âMom, you have Cecilia.
But Rena, sheâs the mother of my four children.
I have to do this for her.
â He owed Rena so much.
That included love, understanding, and an unwavering commitment.
His heart ached with the realization that he could never fully repay her.
He had to try everything he could.
With Julietteâs reluctant agreement, Waylen set his sights on a daunting journey.
Juliette refused to cry, believing that it was ominous to do so.
Her smile, though tinged with sadness, offered a bittersweet reassurance, as if the impending separation was but a temporary parting.
Waylenâs coat enveloped him as he prepared to venture into the unforgiving cold.
He paused, Leaning over Renaâs slumbering form, planting a tender ki*s on her cheek.
His voice, a soft and unwavering promise, brushed against her ear.
âWait for me.
I will return, I promise.
â
His steps carried him away, each stride a testament to his determination.
The hospital window framed his departure, Julietteâs gaze following him until he vanished into the swirling snow.
A whispered plea escaped her lips, a fervent wish that he would find his way back, safe and unharmed.
âWaylen, you must come back safe and sound.
â
The midnight snowfall masked the treacherous path ahead, yet Waylenâs resolve remained steadfast.
His car cut through the swirling snow, stopping at the foot of the mountain.
Then, he opened the door and embarked on an arduous climb.
Each step tested his strength, the snow seeping into his shoes, his pants drenched by the icy touch.
Yet, the discomfort was nothing compared to his determination to reach his destination.
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With unwavering persistence, he ascended the mountainâs peak, a lone figure against the pristine expanse of white.
The illuminated temple beckoned, a beacon of light against the night.
Waylenâs breath formed clouds in the frigid air as he entered, his features pale, his eyes burning with fervor.
Addressing the young disciple, his voice carried a plea.
âI need to see Mindy.
â
The disciple, hands clasped in prayer, offered a gentle denial.
âChanging fate is a challenge beyond measure.
Please reconsider.
â
But Waylenâs determination was unshakeable.
His impassioned pleas filled the air, echoing through the templeâs hallowed halls.
Reluctantly, the disciple conveyed Waylenâs request, though the answer remained unchanged.
Waylen had made up his mind to seek for Mindyâs help.