Clutching her belly, she ascended the stairs at a leisurely pace.

The staircase was devoid of light, so she stooped to activate her phone's flashlight.

After a considerable amount of time, she eventually reached the attic on the highest floor. Upon opening the door, she poured herself a glass of hot water, taking small sips in an attempt to alleviate the persistent dull pain in her lower abdomen.

She leaned against the bed and took a rest, her gaze directed towards the small window in that direction.

The sky exhibited a faint white hue due to the rain.

Marcus crossed her mind. He was likely heading home by now.

A call from the hospital interrupted her thoughts. The familiar voice on the other end uttered, “Melissa, let's abandon this. I no longer desire further therapy. I can't endure waiting for the operation. I wish to return."

Clutching the phone tightly, Melissa responded tersely, "Just endure a bit longer. I'll find a way."

The individual on the other end abruptly terminated the call.

A wave of despair engulfed Melissa. Familiar feelings of hopelessness resurfaced.

The warmth she once relished in the apartment had vanished, leaving behind only fear and a sense of helplessness about the future.

Recently graduated, Melissa lacked the means to cover the 800, 000 dollars required for the surgery.

Gradually sinking onto the bed, Melissa's lips quivered. She embraced herself tenderly.

Over two years, she questioned if the love she once knew persisted.

During this time, she grappled with the daily dread of fundraising.

They hadn't enjoyed a decent meal together, and their conversations revolved around therapy, even during phone calls.

Their most recent encounter took place a month ago.

Ironically, the person she communicated with the most in her life was Marcus.

In a fetal position, Melissa experienced a sudden surge of regret.

Marcus had been subtly expressing his fondness for her.