It was her last…
Even he could tell that much…
Seeing her struggle even to breathe, gripped with fits of coughing that accompanied every raspy intake of air…
It seemed like the simple act of breathing became an unbearable labor for her…
She had lost much of her weight, reduced to what would be only called a skeleton. Her once radiant white skin had paled, blotched with rushes that spread over her whole body, forcing her to cover most of it in bandages. Her head had balded significantly, with only a few tufts of her long black hair. Her brown eyes sagged into their sockets, losing their light and growing darker.
She was nothing but the faintest shadow of her former self. Someone completely different from the bright and beautiful woman he knew.
He noticed her hand twitch, and he held it in his small ones. His heart ached at how cold and fragile it was. Even he, a 10-year-old child, could have snapped it with ease.
