“Please, no, no, no! Don’t leave me!” he pleaded.
"Come back to me, Amara. Even as a nightmare."
He swallowed hard his voice breaking his dark eyes lifted ever so slightly Amara flinched as the lone tear rolled down his cheek softly landing on her hand as her fingers shook.
"Even as a memory. But, please come back to me."
So close yet he felt sofar. His heart pounding loudly in his ears.
The sound of his heartbreaking echoed through the room, a cruel dance of pain and loss that threatened to consume him whole.
Insomeotherlife,insomeotherworld,whereshewasnotAmara,andhewasnotKaelith.Where she was his as much as he was hers. Where their souls were moulded in one soul, he wished to meet her there, at the horizon, at the bottom of the sea, at the top of the skies.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A sharp, violent shrill exploded through the room.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP—
“No!” Kaelith roared.
Something primal tore from his throat as he lurched forward, nearly climbing onto the hospital bed.
“AMARA!”
Doctors rushed in.
“Hold him back!”
Lorcan grabbed him around the torso just as Kaelith nearly ripped the IV lines from her arms.
“Kaelith!”
“LET ME GO!” he snarled, fighting like a man possessed. “She’s scared! She hates being alone!”
His chest heaved violently. Tears blurred his vision.
“She promised me…” His knees nearly buckled. “She promised…”
The doctors surrounded her.
“Clear!”
Her body jolted as they electrocuted her. Nothing. There was simply nothing.
“Again!”
“Clear!”
Another violent jolt and still nothing.
Kaelith stopped fighting.
Stopped breathing.
