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A wild flame, in flesh and bones, dancing above the grass. Tyler screamed and ran towards me but I sprinted away from his reach, my skin slowly melting. I can no longer feel my body. Death has finally got hold of my hand. With one final glance to my beloved, to my mate’s eyes, I mouthed those four words as silent as the grave. “I love you. Forever.” Then I willed myself, my body and my soul, to quietly burn.

She wiped his forehead with a damp cloth, and he opened his eyes and smiled weakly. “I love you.” The words were said so quietly that only Christine heard them, and it made her cry. “I love you, Chase. With my whole heart. Don’t leave me.” Her tears fell on his face, and he closed his eyes.

I want to hold her even in death. “ I love you. ” I whisper against her lips. Then I kiss her harder. Slower. Deeper. Harder again. And Elita takes it all. Gives it all. Surrenders. Letting me drown in her over and over again. Even in this dangerous dream, she gives into me as if telling me she is mine, that she will stay mine even if death claims her, or me, or us both. “ I love you. ” Tears fall faster as I take her mouth again.

The times we shared together, flashing before my eyes as I relived everything. The good. The bad. The sad times. The great times. The only thing I saw was the memories I have of my love during my final moments on Earth. Music started to fill my ears… a beautiful piano piece… the most beautiful piece I’ve ever heard. It was my song… Amour… the song my Ace wrote for me. I heard it… as the only thing I saw before my death was the man who held my heart.

If I die without having your forgiveness then my existence is nothing but useless. I flipped the paper, blinking back my tears as my heart squeezed in my chest. ‘Love,’ 'Dmitri Petrov’

Because this was Adrian Storm, my mate, my husband, the man whose heartbeat I'd learned to recognize in crowded rooms, telling me in that devastatingly calm voice that he no longer loved me. *The love was real. And it's also real that I don't love you anymore.* I felt my blood crystallize in my veins. My heart forgot its rhythm. Everything inside me went still and cold and empty. This, I thought distantly, is what dying feels like when you're still breathing. I closed my eyes. Forced every tear, every scream, every desperate plea back down my throat where they belonged. Then I opened them. Met his gaze. Let him see exactly what I was about to do.

he said. “I miss you, Dad,” I said. “I love you, Christian, you’re stronger than me,” he said. “I love you, Dad,” I said but I was met with silence. I opened my eyes as Death stood right in front of me, looking at me oddly. He was frowning slightly but his eyes were unreadable. “Sin,” he said. “Death.” “You should kill her,” he said. “What? Kill who?” I asked him. “The one you can never love,” he said.

Before releasing his grip and letting me go to run away. My head hits the ground, and my mind begins to flash all the memories in my head of our son and us. My head hits the ground, and my mind begins to flash all the memories in my head of our son and us. The reason I lost this battle and did not fight Trey is that I am at peace knowing that I am dying, that I fought for the love I so truly wanted back. I cannot bring you to me, but I will get to you. Play the song Love Is War by Run Aground

Lucy’s kneeling in front of me, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee mug. My heart slams against my ribs. I whip my head toward the settee. He’s gone. Jensen’s gone. I drop down to help Lucy. “I’m so sorry, Luce. I didn’t mean to break it. It was an accident.” “El, it’s okay!” she says quickly, her voice soft. “Please, don’t worry about a coffee mug. It’s just a thing. Are you okay?” Ethan and Grace are staring at me too—eyes wide, concern etched deep into their faces.

When the rain cleared, two butterflies appeared from nowhere and landed on my shoulders, refusing to leave. "Luke, look! Two butterflies!" I exclaimed. He watched them closely and said, "You know, they say when someone's heart is full of love, they'll come back as a butterfly to say goodbye to the people they cared for. Maybe… they're ready to move on." My eyes welled up with tears, and I asked, "Do you think they'd choose me as their mother again?" The butterflies fluttered their wings and flew away. As I moved to chase after them, Luke held my hand firmly.