Harold’s POV“Cyndrel!” I shouted.A heavy wave of panic hit my chest. I never expected her to do something so dangerous and crazy. My eyes moved back and forth, and for a few seconds, I stood completely frozen, not knowing what to do. Her knees buckled, and she began to fall toward the hard floor. I moved as fast as I could, rushing forward to catch her body in my arms before she hit the ground.I knelt on the floor, holding her tightly against my chest. My hands immediately became wet with her blood.“Cyndrel, please! Cyndrel!” I begged, my voice shaking with pure fear.She was gasping for air, her chest moving up and down in short, painful breaths. She looked up, fixing her weak eyes on mine. With her hands shaking uncontrollably, she reached out and whispered, “Y-You are the only one I have left, Harold.”My entire body was trembling now. Behind me, the little boy, Alex, was crying at the top of his lungs.“Mommy! No! Mommy, wake up!” he screamed, his face completely red from tear
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