Chapter 615

I tried to get even closer to him, but then Isabella cried out, "Brandon!" A piece of my heart seemed to be yanked away from me. I lifted my gaze to look at Brandon, only to find his eyes shut tight and his lashes still. His hand lay limp at his side. "Brandon," I called him softly. But he had stopped responding to me. I shook my head in denial, cradling his face in my palms. "Brandon, Brandon... you haven't finished what you were saying. Keep talking, Brandon... please... say something..." Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't continue. I kissed his nose, his eyes, his cheek, and finally, his lips. But no matter how many times I kissed him, he didn't respond. He would never again say "Mae, stop messing around..." like he used to. "Brandon, don't leave me! You're the only one I have..." My chest became a void as I uttered the words. This despair was even more unbearable than when I lost my parents. I had been too young back then to truly grasp the finality of death. Perhap