Chapter 61: Life And Death.

MARIA

Death.

One word that evoked thousands of emotions in a person.

How could it not when it was a thief that stole from people when they least expected it? When it robbed them of their friends and loved ones, plunging them into an eternal life where they would have to bear the loss of those people. Where they would have to think of them every single day, knowing that they would never see them anymore.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Maria. Was it not just a week ago when she'd been praying for death to come for her because she was tired of living the way she did?

And now death had come. But it wasn't for her.

It had come for Bran.

Okay, shit, she might be taking it too far. Bran wasn't dead. He was just terribly injured and unconscious and was currently being attended to in his room.

But in that moment when she'd seen him so lifeless, his body pale up on the stretcher, his hands hanging limply by his sides, eyes shut, she'd thought that he was dead and cold, terrif