The Second Goodbye is Forever
The blade sank into my chest. Blood burst out in a hot rush.
My artificial heart stopped—completely.
My body went weightless, drifting upward like smoke. Through blurred vision, I watched Claire's face twist into something broken. She screamed my name.
"Wesley!"
My soul grew lighter. I saw myself collapse in her arms, blood pouring from the wound. She clamped both hands over it, pressing hard, trying to stop the flow. But the more she pushed, the more it gushed—seeping through her fingers, spilling everywhere, unstoppable.