Whispers Of Farewell

Jackson leaned against the wall and walked into the emergency room. Taya’s petite body lay on the operating table, looking lifeless. If it weren’t for the fact that her eyes, which were covered by her long eyelashes, were still moving, she would have look dead. The blood on her face had been wiped clean, revealing her sickly pale complexion. She was as beautiful as ever, like spring flowers under the sunlight. Jackson knelt on one knee before the operating table and whispered in her ear. His gentle voice pulled her back to reality. She slowly opened her tired eyes and wanted to look at him last, but she still couldn’t see anything. “Silas…” She struggled to utter the word. Her consciousness was unclear, and her voice was indistinct. He moved closer to her lips and heard her call his name. “I’m here.” Jackson held her hand tightly, giving her a little strength.

Taya took in the last breath of oxygen and told him in a stuttering whisper, “Take good care of Harper.” Taya had nothing else