#Chapter 134: A Taste of Death

Almara’s Pov I’ve mostly come to terms with the very real possibility that Arthur is going to die, or so I keep trying to convince myself that I have. As of now he rests on this white armchair, cradling him the way I hold Grace in my arms. I’ve been watching as his breathing has become more and more shallow, his skin more and more cold no matter how many thick blankets I layer on top of him. I lay my head on his chest and listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart, until I can’t find a pulse at all. This was around the time I lost all other feelings inside me. I thought that when this moment came I would be in agonizing pain, but even I never would have expected this. My heart doesn’t feel as though it’s cracking and making it hard to breathe, nor do the nerves in my body panic in fear like I might be dying. Instead, all there is a black hole swirling where my heart used to me. It’s like I’m an outsider witnessing events in my life that we’re never really mine simply vanish.