Until My Last Breath Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You had better not regret this." At the hospital, while I was waiting for the test results, Elena called. “Two more days until the dissolution is final,” she said. “Il Nido is almost settled too. Yvette, you have suffered.” I lowered my eyes and forced a smile, though she could not see it. “I am fine.”

A final burst of clarity before the end. "Seraphina, is there anything you still want to do?" His voice trembled as he fought back tears. "I'll take you anywhere. I'll carry you there myself." I shook my head slightly. "I'm tired." Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath. "Conrad, in the next life, let's not meet again." The words snapped the final thread holding Conrad together. There was no forgiveness. No peace. Only complete exhaustion. I was not even willing to waste hatred on him anymore.

I know I'm about to go, about to take my last breath but I suddenly develop a need to fight for my life when I hear her voice; smell her even. Is she in here? "Where is he? Let me see him!" I hear her voice and it all feels like a dream but it's not because she runs into the medical room and freezes in place when her eyes connects mine which are on the verge of closing shut. "Dio mio," she mouths and I scoff with my last strength. "There she is. . .my wife. . .I've been asking for you." That's the last thing I say before I completely let go, giving in to the darkness.

I drop her esophagus on the ground and I hear her take her last breath. It was the last sound I registered before my vision fades off.

Breaking free of the police officers' hold, he threw himself toward the gurney where my corpse lay and tried to stuff the mouthpiece on the cylinder through my tightly shut lips. "Take a breath… Please, just take a breath… April Fools' Day is over… I won't play a prank on you ever again… Please just open your eyes, even if it's to curse at me…" Nevertheless, my corpse lay there quietly, stiff and cold. Rigor mortis had caused my lips to pull up slightly, making it look like I was smiling, like I was mocking him. My spirit floated above him as I gazed down at everything happening. I watched as he hugged my body and bawled like a baby, watched as his tears splashed against my swollen face.

She couldn't call anyone at the moment,she didn't want to trouble anyone in the first place,she knew her time is near after all. It's all over now,she give her last breath. T.B.C

I sobbed, fear choking my words. The thought shattered me completely. I wasn’t ready to die. Not now…. I still had so many things I wanted to do… so many moments I wanted to share with Liam. My wish list wasn’t complete. I didn’t want to die like this. I wanted to take my last breath in Liam’s arms, with him holding me tight, just like in Seven Days Before Goodbye. Not alone on the cold floor, surrounded by pain and fear. “Please…” I whispered weakly, tears soaking the floor beneath me. “Not now… just give me more time.”

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

It was cruel. “Samil…” I whined softly, yearning to see him even one last time. Suddenly, I heard something collapsing. Perhaps it was a piece of the wall. I vaguely saw a light, much brighter than fire. Then I saw a dark shape, a silhouette. It was getting closer. I took another breath, pulling the hot toxins into my lungs and realized that this was it… my last breath.

Almost. In his last lucid moment, he managed to snap back for one last desperate plea. I didn't flinch. I just stood there, watching. Watching him fight for every breath. Watching the blood pool around him, inch by inch. Watching as his body gave out—his pupils going wide, his chest shuddering one last time, his hand clawing weakly at the air before it fell limp. Only then did I rinse my coffee cup, wipe the counter clean, and calmly call 911.