Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
Author's note: I'm sorry if this chapter is not perfect after it being late. It was so hard to write and reading it myself was even harder. Writing was difficult for me these last two chapters and it might get even more difficult and I apologize for what that may mean...
This is a warning that you read at your own risk because it's sad, but I love you all. 🤍 Sending a virtual hug to you. 🫂
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(Friday, September 21st) (4:47 a.m.)
Cradling the back of Eurella's head with my hands as delicately as I could, I held her face as close as I could to mine with my debilitated pair of hands and arms. The heartbreaking sight of darkened coppery blood on my hands that was hers, breaking a heart that belonged to her, just in time that a screaming voice reached my ears, "Her heart stopped! Her heart stopped! We're running out of time!"
A deep black endless void in my watering vision being seen behind my eyes that were shut, and hearing a definite stop of my love's life created shuddering misty breaths of wails that tore out through my clenched teeth. Wanting to see her, my eyes opened to closed ones, her dark brown nowhere to be found, her skin of light brown an unhealthy pale brown that is not hers. She took no more breaths for air, air that she didn't need in her lungs anymore with the life that she lost that needed it, her endearing life that I lost, and even if she was slipping away, I never want to go anywhere else. I wouldnever go anywhere else because she was where I wanted to be. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay with her.
Her neck was smeared in her blood, and darker dried blood covered her chin in stacking layers from every single clogging amount of it that she choked up in her dying moments. The moments that she used all of her draining energy to try to stay longer, to try to live longer for me, and she couldn't.
She couldn't. Living was something that she wasn't able to do, and how could I blame her? How could I when she died for me?
"You're my everything...My absolute everything... If you're going away, I want you to take me with you...Don't leave me..." My voice whispers to my one and only, a faint sob coming out when there was no response, no eyelids that raised to see me, her dark brown eyes that were lifeless behind her eyelids, her dark brown eyes that I wanted to see, her hands and body the coldest temperature that I've ever felt on my hands, hands that has never felt the heartbreaking feeling of her body cold in my touch, her heart no longer warming it when she is near me as I sit here on the floor, holding her body that is now near me, her body that the rapid beats of her heart has stopped beating to warm this new coldness that has become of her that I currently feel on my hands, this body of hers that now holds a cold emptiness, the soul connection in between us growing weaker and weaker, our future together now a beautifully faded thing that we never got to have, a life of love ending when she stopped giving it, her love that she gave with warm hands when she was alive and the love that I mutually gave back to her when her heart still beat strongly.
