Even After Her Death 소설 & 이야기

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

He was already dead! She then remembered that she was dead, so she thought that he came to welcome her in the afterlife, she was already smiling in her head, the afterlife would not be boring, she could be with the love of her life at least, she was wondering where she could find her mother, or maybe she would have to look for her.

She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again. Before I died, I had tried to call her nine times. Even as my breathing stopped, I still foolishly hoped to say one last line to her. But even as I reached the end of my life, I never heard her voice. There was a vast and stark difference when someone loved or didn't love another person. I pressed a hand to where my heart was. It no longer beat, nor did it produce that tearing pain that once felt like it could rip me apart. Strangely, I felt a bit relieved.

The crimson of her blood was reflected in everyone's eyes. Julia finally stopped breathing. Strangely, her body showed no visible damage. Although she was dead, she looked radiant and beautiful, even more so than when she was alive. Faye spat on Julia's body. "A demon is a demon! Still tempting people even after death!" For some reason, I saw Julia's eyelashes flicker slightly.

She was become living corpse, that cheerful-lovely Emily was died now Will she ever deal a normal life ??? Will she be happy... Or may be not..... ........ To be continued...

Her eyelashes trembled. Then her eyes opened. At first it was a little slit and she wasn't really focusing. She stared up at me. I was just a shadow to her. Her instincts kicked in away. Even when dying she reached for the silver blade strapped to her thigh. Her arm shivered uselessly. Blood bubbled at her lips when she tried to talk. “Do... It.” The words came out as a cough. She was still hunting me. Something bitter and somehow admiring moved through me.

“Stay, please. Don’t leave me, not now.” Her lips curved faintly,not a smile, not joy,but something sad, resigned. “I… still loved him,” she murmured, voice weak but steady enough for me to hear. “Even at the end…” Her gaze flicked briefly toward Duncan, who knelt nearby, clutching the wound in his chest, the Alpha’s usual composure shattered, face pale, pain and terror mirrored in his eyes. “Even in the… afterlife…” I felt a sob rise in my throat that I could not swallow. My whole body trembled as I tried to keep her close, tried to anchor her to this life, to me, to Duncan, to everything.

And then she was gone. But the memory doesn’t fade. I was still there, stuck in her last moments, feeling everything she felt. Her death left a scar, not just on Lucian, but on me too. I could feel his pain, the way he mourned for her. It was overwhelming, how deeply he loved her, how her death tore him apart. It was a sadness that clung to me like a shadow, one that won’t let go.

Did she die? She didn’t believe that she was dead. Her first death wasn’t like this. She was sent towards the heavens to meet with God. She was in a peculiar place with no one and nothing around her. The darkness reminded her of how lonely the world really is. No matter how many people loved and cared about her, she could only feel how lonely it all is after death. One statement stuck with her - Everyone must die alone. The solitude engulfed her.

The death she was rejoicing had finally come to hurt her. “If the Channeller is gone, does that mean—” She didn't answer her father, instead she took one last look at the Gamama's lifeless body on the bed and stepped out to the people still waiting outside. “Tonight, a soul departs from us!” She announced it to them. “We have lost one of us, a strong pillar. The Channeller is gone but she will always remain in our hearts.” She could hear them ask for the Heir.