Last Breath Of Life の小説・ストーリー

‘You are our last hope. ‘No—’ ‘Live a long life, Ezra—’ ‘No—’ ‘Live for me…’ Ellery struggled to breathe. ‘Live for all of us… for e-everyone who couldn’t make it. Ok? P-promise me… you’ll live. Live a long happy life…’ Her words faltered into a soft, serene smile. Her gaze took him in for one last time as if Ezra was a beautiful dream she was grateful to have and in the lost dream; she perished.

“Beyond happy.” THE END

His life force was nearly drained completely. He looked extremely scrawny, as well as if he’d been dug out from a coffin. His eyes were lifeless, and his journey seemed to be coming to an end. “Henderson!” Zendaya was quite sad. “I have failed you.” “Your highness, I… I’m happy enough just to have been able… to see you again!” Those were Channing’s last words. Smiling faintly, he breathed his last. “Arghhhh!!!”

Water rushes through my lungs, cutting off my oxygen. Looking up, I see a blurry form hover over me before it disappears. Within seconds my struggles become sluggish, and the darkness of death overwhelms me. As my life drains, I can’t help be grateful that I had Micah, Sophia, Tate, and Chelsea. I also wish that things had been different between Connor and me. On my last breath, I seize my struggles and let death take me into its arms.

, I whispered to her, my head still pressed against hers. Her eyes opened for a second as her beautiful blue eyes stared into him. She no longer looked in pain. She looked in peace like she was ready to leave this world, and nothing was going to keep her here. her hand came up, grabbing mine as she forced one more small smile on her face as if telling me to let her go, she would be okay. I lifted my head a little to look at her better, trying to hold myself together and be strong for her, but on the inside, I was breaking. "I love you, Brax", she whispered with her last breath, her hand letting go of mine and hitting the ground.

I said quietly, "but the sins you committed… You still have to pay for them. You think being given a second life means you can erase the past? The world doesn't work like that." Jim was waiting for me by the door. Without looking back, I took his hand and walked away. Garrett could spend the rest of his miserable life in the stench of decay and endless nightmares…till his last breath.

The tremor was born of exhaustion, of having carried too much—too much grief, too much responsibility, too much life and death in one trembling set of hands. I forced my teeth together, trying again to rise. I grasped Caelan’s form, seeking the solid certainty of him, but my limbs betrayed me. The effort of standing, of keeping myself upright, drained me entirely. My forehead pressed into his shoulder, my hands gripping his chest as though sheer force of will could tether me to life, to breath, to reality. “Stay,” I whispered, voice cracked, raw, broken—not to him. Not to the watching presence. To myself. To the tethered remnants of strength that still clung to me.

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.

My breaths grew shallow. Nina’s tears blurred above me. The room dimmed at the edges. The last thing I heard before the silence swallowed me was the long, flat tone of the monitor. Time of death: 13:14, August 13th.

The corners of my lips slowly curled upward. 'June, for the rest of our lives, let's never see each other again.'