John Adams Last Words Novels & Stories

“I got a quick peek from a room down the hall and saw an ambulance in the alley below. It looked like they were forcing Jack Adams into the back of the ambulance.” “Jack Adams?” Marc repeated. “How long ago was this?” “A few weeks, I think,” I said. “It’s difficult to keep track of time without windows to tell if it’s day or night. I’ve started counting the days by the number of breakfasts that I’m served.” “Smart girl,” he said. After a brief moment, he added, “I need to tell you something. Jack Adams was found dead a few weeks ago. He was shot in the head.”

he said softly. “T-tell... “ Adonis swallowed difficultly, “Tell . . . m-m-my dad, th-that . . . I-I-I . . . went . . . d-d down f-f-f-fighting.” James nodded as sobs began to rack his chest. Adonis gulped and convulsed as the rich life-blood pumped from his artery which had been destroyed. With his last breath before leaving this life, he whispered, “I love you.” He stared at the lifeless body of his friend, frozen immobile.

In a very real way, the journey home was, for Cordia, almost as difficult as the initial trip had been. Though she no longer felt the heavy burden on her heart of waiting, she was now fully aware that it would be her duty to inform the Adams family that their proud soldier son was, in spirit, no longer with them. Though she had somehow obtained this reputation of being strong enough to handle most everything, she didn’t know how in the world she was going to find the words to look Margaret Adams in the face and say those few words, “Jaris is dead.”

He must know what is to come and all the hope in his eyes slowly turns into panic. "I'm so sorry," Adam says as he looks down and nervously rubs his palms together. "I was able to find Sarah James' medical records... but... she died two weeks ago." Two weeks, after being separated for years was it really too much to ask God to give them at least one day, one last day to look into each other's eyes... give each other one last kiss. "The treatment didn't work..." Adam continued talking but I shook my head for him to stop as Uncle Richard seemed to be in shock.

“Oh God… Celine, please don’t die. Please.” Celine could hear his voice faintly. She tried to reach for him but couldn’t. Her body was failing her. She could only let the tears fall. Her lips quivered, but no words came out. Adam fell to his knees beside her again. “I didn’t mean to do this,” he whispered, shaking. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to make things right. I wanted to fix us.” He looked at her one last time, her body twitching slightly, her eyes fading slowly into stillness.

I reached for the emergency button when I realized that his coughs were intensifying, But, it was already too late. We could all sense him slipping away from us. His last words were, “Tell Savannah I love her.” And then he was gone. Just like that. No other words, and yet he had said it all. I guess in a way, he was one of the lucky ones… those lucky ones that managed to transition in the presence of their loved ones.

The next day they all stand around Mrs Anderson bed. Today was her last day. She had a few minutes before she died. In the hospital room, the atmosphere is heavy with a mix of sorrow and love. Madeline stands beside Daniel, offering a supportive hand on his shoulder. Mrs. Anderson, weak but remarkably composed, looks at each one of them with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you all for being here," she says, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. "You've brought comfort to my final moments." Mrs. Anderson turns her attention to Daniel, her son. "Daniel, my dear, I am so proud of the person you've become. Promise me you'll keep living, exploring, and finding joy." Tears fill Daniel's eyes as

After the dinner at the Anderson Mansion, Adams opened up to his girlfriend about his mother’s wishes and was shocked when she bluntly responded with words that until now, still lingered in his thoughts. “But I don’t want to have kids. Children are nothing but little scoundrels that drain all your energy and money and they’re going to alter the perfect body I had worked hard to have. I can’t allow that” Adams was too stunned to reply. He had simply picked up his car keys and excused himself. Right now, he had no idea where he was driving to, but the cold windy air slapping his face as he drove somehow seem to make him feel better.

Adam said, his voice filled with delight. "Welcome back," Adeline replied, beaming. Together, they shared a heartfelt smile. Adeline stepped aside, inviting Adam in. "Come in, dear one," she said. Adam entered, his presence illuminating the space. The door closed softly behind him. "Thank you for yesterday," Adam said. Adeline's eyes sparkled. "Anytime, Adam." Their bond strengthened, forged by kindness and trust. Adam settled comfortably beside Adeline. Trust filled the space. "Last night, Dad worried sick about me," Adam confessed.