Her Last Words Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" I love you, mom, Dad.... " Those were her last words... They never heard her voice again... They never got to hug her again. She left..... Them forever... " Time of death, 11:59 am. " The doctor announced in a solemn voice... ' Time of death, 11:59 am 'These words kept repeating themselves in Lucy's head as she watched her daughter which she gave birth to being covered by the white bedspread... This was the last thing she knew as she soon passed out... [ A/N: I wrote this chapter with a heavy heart, * Sobs * Take care okay, guys?]

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

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.

The words were a brutal, final verdict. I read it aloud to Arthur, my voice trembling only slightly. When I finished, the silence in our sunlit kitchen was heavy. "He finally saw it," Arthur said quietly. "At the very end." "Yes," I whispered. "He did." I didn't hesitate. I walked to the fireplace and held the corner of the paper to the flame. Arthur watched, a look of profound relief on his face as the fire consumed Lanc's last words. "I don't need to keep it," I said, watching the last of the paper vanish into embers. "My peace isn't dependent on his remorse."

I hear her speaking, but her voice seems very distant, "Soon you will be free of all this pain..." These are the last words I hear before I am drowned in complete darkness.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"

and those were her last words before her soul left her body while her lifeless eyes continued to stare at her wailing child, Callum Morelli. FLASHBACK ENDS

I never mattered. His phone buzzed briefly. Opening the message, he found it was a collection of surveillance clips his assistant had gathered. They were clips documenting every moment from my final days to my death. One clip showed the white sheet covering my deformed body. Another, me being wheeled into the crematorium. And there, the final parting between me and the world. Under the intense sunlight, Spencer staggered before suddenly crouching down and clutching his head tightly with both hands. He kept repeating in a daze, "How could this happen? How could she really be gone? Didn't you always say you're invincible, like a heroine?"

She was trying to stop herself from killing people, she was saving everyone in her own way. But the most heartbreaking moment of them all… I saw her corpse, I watched her turn cold blue while screaming and weeping. She had stabbed herself — until death. Do you want to know the last words she said before death coldly dragged her away? She faced me with tears in her eyes and muttered “I LOVE YOU LAVANYA.”

"My grandmother lasted the longest. Three weeks. She spent them speaking to people who weren't there, writing symbols on every surface she could reach. When she finally died, her last words were 'they're still watching.'" "Jesus." I felt the blood drain from my face. "And you think I'm going to end up like them?" "I think you're already further down that path than you realise." She gestured to my half of the book. "If you're talking to someone through it the way you claim, then that means it chose you, yes. But not necessarily for good reasons." I hugged my half tighter, despite the chill her words sent down my spine. "So what am I supposed to do? Just give up? Accept that I'm stuck here for