#Chapter 238: Living On

The scene felt surreal, bathed in the stark glow of the streetlights as the authorities swarmed in with purposeful strides. My heart pounded in my chest as Timothy and I stood amidst the swirling chaos, watching in silence as they converged upon Bruce's lifeless body. "It’s okay. Help is here," Timothy's voice was a mere whisper in my ear. I nodded, my gaze fixed on the ambulance pulling up. Despite knowing the inevitable outcome, a pang of apprehension gripped me as the paramedics carefully examined Bruce's motionless form. "He's already gone," I murmured to Timothy, my voice tinged with a melancholic certainty. Timothy placed an arm around me and pulled me back toward him. "You don’t have to look." “I have to,” I said urgently. “I need to know if he’s actually gone.” Yet, the authorities continued their efforts, their solemn faces flashing red and blue beside the police car lights. They treated Bruce's body with a solemn reverence, carefully placing him onto a stretcher, a futi