Her Last Words Book Novels & Stories

Those were the last words I heard before eternity beckoned. —

I thought they said she does not remember things well, I can't even remember the exact book I was reading for her then. "No, I don't, do you? " I smile as I watch her lips curve into a wonderful smile. "Yeah, it's titled Help me escape. Have you forgotten?" "Oh, ma'am you still even remember the name of the book" I read that book for her all over again, she was so happy. By the time we were done, it was late in the Night. I had to call Leo to tell him where I was. Which he cared less about. When I was going, she gave me the book as her last gift on heart, then went to bed. I never knew that was the last time I would see her, she passed away overnight.

Her last coherent thought was a sharp, instinctive certainty that burned brighter than pain or exhaustion: Don't let them take her. Then everything went black. ____________

The queen asked, making herself home on the chair next to mine. I smiled sadly and handed her the book. “It's about a woman, or rather, the last few days of her life before she died from cancer.” “Sounds depressing, and yet so relatable. It's so funny how someone's life could be measured by what she did in her last days, as if she did not live a lifetime. I hope you won't mind lending me once you are finished.” She smiled and returned the book to me. “So, how are you? I heard about what happened last night.”

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

The last thing she saw before the darkness finally claimed her, heavy and absolute, was the flickering orange glow of the firelight retreating as they turned a corner into the blackness of the stairwell. And following her down into the depths, like a curse whispered into a well, was the echo of Celara’s final parting words. “You will confess, little bird. If not today, then when the winter of this cell gets into your bones. Everyone speaks eventually. It is only a matter of how much of yourself you wish to leave behind in this room.” Then, the heavy iron door of the dungeon groaned open, and the world vanished.

She simply turned and walked away, her footsteps fading into the night as if she’d just completed an ordinary chore. I lay there, my hands still pressed weakly to my neck, the world around me growing dimmer, the edges of my vision darkening. *Was this it? How I would die?* Too many thoughts and questions swirled in my head, but there were no answers in sight. With the last ounce of strength I had left, I muttered one final word, my voice barely a breath. “I’m… sorry.” And then—nothing.

"It's over. You're safe now." I leaned onto his chest, my tears soaking through his shirt. In that moment, I knew without a doubt that I had made the right choice. - They said Jared was sent to a psychiatric hospital. He would speak to the empty air every day as though someone invisible stood before him. Sometimes, he would suddenly go quiet and smile toward the window, as if seeing something beautiful. The nurses whispered that he often repeated the same words. "Rosalia, I'll be a good man in the next world."

She struggled with all her might. "Princess, I'm so sorry. Please spare my life!" But Princess Jasmine was unmoved by her pleas. Instead, she tightened her grip. The maid's eyes bulged. With her last breath, she said, "Princess… the one who should be buried… is Master Stephen…" The maid had only been railing against her unfair fate as she faced death. But to everyone's surprise, these words made Princess Jasmine stop. "Explain yourself. What do you mean? Otherwise, not a single one of you will live today!"

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.