Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes Ending

Back to safety. Back to Gideon. Back to her child. She might never see them again. Her chest tightened painfully as the portal glowed brighter ahead of them. She shut her eyes. Is this how it ends?

She replied, before closing her eyes in an exhausted slumber. THE END.

I wasn’t so sure if my eyes were imagining it or if it was actually happening in real time. My gaze trailed away from them to land on Elora. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her gaze was still glued to the floor.

Then he remembered the receipt, for Maggie would need it to get ready for Jack's discharge tomorrow. Fred turned sharply, heading towards the ward, but as he took his first step, a chill went down his spine, he froze in mid-step, and his heart paused as he saw someone silently standing and watching him from behind. The woman behind him had long red hair that flowed over her shoulders in sharp waves, and her dark eyes were piercing. Her teeth were so white they nearly sparkled in the hospital lights, and her smile was razor-sharp. "What? Have you been behind me?” Fred stumbled, his voice quivering with realization.

Lifeless eyes. “You’ll lose her,” the other me whispered. “Just like you lose everything.” I gasped. And then I was back. Becky was on her knees. Bleeding. And Mira? Gone. Epilogue Dawn The compound was wrecked. Wards shattered. Bodies everywhere. And Becky wouldn’t even look at me. I grabbed her shoulder, turned her to face me. “We’re not done.” Her voice was numb. “You saw it. That vision. That war.”

assistant"> Then she glances toward June again. Something unreadable flickers behind her eyes for a brief moment. Just something deep and quiet that settles heavily in the room around us. A small, content smile slowly forms on her lips as her gaze lingers on June a second longer. Like seeing her safe is enough. Like this is all she needed. Then her eyes close gradually, exhaustion finally pulling her under as she drifts off to sleep. The room falls silent afterward except for the soft sound of her breathing.

In that heart-wrenching moment, she longed to utter her final goodbyes, but the cruel hand of fate silenced her voice. Her eyes, filled with love and sorrow, locked onto Harsh, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions in their final exchange. As her eyelids slowly descended, a sense of peace washed over her tormented form, her soul departing from its earthly vessel, leaving behind a world shattered by violence and loss.

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

I grabbed her hands – oh how they shook – and held them tight. “Eyes on me,” I told her, tears brimming in my own eyes. I looked at her with as much love as I could. She’d done a lot of bad things, yes. But I wanted the last thing she saw in this world to be love. She gasped as the poison took hold. I kept my gaze steady on hers. She gripped my hands, digging her nails into my palms. And then… The light went from her eyes. Her head lolled forward. And then it was over.

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.