روايات وقصص ضمن Last Breath Of Life

As I get to the door, arms grab me, stopping me from going inside “What are you doing! Let me go I need to get him” I scream, the man who held me cries “I’m sorry Luna I can’t! It’s to dangerous” “Nooo noooo” I scream, collapsing onto my knees, my heart shatters as his screams die down, his life slipping from my soul as I scream and cry “Loui aged 10” Layla cries as he dies, the smell of his flesh makes me sick, a smell so bad I won’t ever be able to bare a funeral again.

“ Thank you for existing.” She held my hand and I noticed how pale and thin her hands are. Her nails are turning yellow, her breath is cold, and honestly, it's making me weak. She's tired...real tired. “ I want to thank you too..” she started and smiled looking at our hands being intertwined. “ You're my other half and you're the one who witnessed everything I've been through before I can finally say..i lived a life. Tim..our life is short..but sadly mine is shorter..I want you to--to live your life and be happy..I'll be looking at you in the clouds.”she said and smiled at me and took a deep sigh before letting her words out.

Breathe, Helel. Breathe. (THE END) Thanks for reading!!!

Debbie shrieked, squeezing his neck even tighter, "I tried to drown you before, and I can do it again, but this time I swear this will be your last!" Debbie put her hand harder against his neck, pressing it, sending more pain and struggles in him. As his grandmother's gaze focused on him, he forced his quivering weak hands to raise. The searing sensation in his throat is rising to his head, squeezing out every drop of air from his lungs; all he could do was breathe under strain, and he knew that every second of his life now matters. Zackary's eyes are closing slowly, yet he is determined to live no matter what.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

The entire room was just a blur of hazy darkness. "This isn't over yet." I yelled at them as my eyes closed in death. "Take my spirit and give me peace." I murmured taking my last breath.

Not even in death. The End.

Looking into her eyes while she took her last breath scared him but missing her last gaze scared him the most so with much difficulty, he raised his head to see her face. Her eyes were partially closed now but she had a sad smile on her face. And then– it was over as she hiccuped before letting out a loud sigh. Her last breath. Blake let out a loud wail, literally seeing life sneaking out of her body. ***Wheezing****

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

I followed him. He went back to the crematorium. My body was about to be cremated, and Marcus, like a man possessed, pushed everyone aside and held my body in his arms. His sudden action shocked everyone. “Sir, this young girl is about to be cremated. Please don’t disturb her peace.” “No! She’s not dead! She can’t be… she’s not!” Marcus kept shouting, his tears falling onto my face. His complexion was just as pale as mine. “Sir, we’re running out of time! Please, let her go!”