"Do you believe me now, Deirdre? Are you willing to believe that I am not the person you hate?" Brendan's voice was filled with earnestness and a plea for acceptance.

As Brendan opened his eyes again, the clarity returned to his dark gaze. Emotions swirled within his pitch-black irises, a tumultuous mix that mirrored his inner turmoil.

Deirdre, momentarily relieved from her pain, summoned all her remaining strength to weakly reach out and grasp Brendan's sleeve. Tears streamed down her face, hidden beneath his coat.

"Bren... Dan..." her voice trembled with exhaustion.

Brendan gently pushed aside his coat, revealing a dim figure in the darkness, a fleeting presence.

"Are you okay?" Deirdre asked, her voice hoarse.

Brendan didn't provide a direct answer. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Though his lips were cold, a faint warmth radiated from them.

"Do you remember what I told you before, Deirdre?" Brendan's voice held a hint of anticipation.

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