For the next few hours, I stayed by her side, holding her hand, listening to her shallow breaths, and waiting for her to say something. But most of the time, she just lay there, her eyes closed, too weak to speak.
By the time I was ready to leave, the sky had already turned dark and cold. I dragged myself out of the house, my mind too heavy to even look around.
In the car, I sat in silence, staring blankly out of the window as the driver pulled away from the estate. Even with the gentle night breeze that filled the car as we rode through the city, I couldn't breathe. It was as if my lungs were frozen.
She was dying… the words kept repeating in my head, overshadowing every other thoughts and feelings. No matter how much I tried to push them away, they kept coming back, louder and more suffocating each time.