The room was still, and the blood that had once stained the floor was now only a fading memory, replaced by the overwhelming silence that hung heavy in the air.
Gabrielle sat beside Matthew, her hand clutching his, her body trembling with fear, worry, and exhaustion.
She could feel the weight of the moment, the reality of what had just transpired sinking in deeper with every passing second.
Matthew’s body was still, his chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. His once vibrant skin had paled, and his normally radiant aura was now a distant shadow of its usual intensity. Gabrielle’s heart ached as she watched him, helpless, as if the man who had once been so powerful and invincible was now lying broken before her.
But she refused to give up.
Taking a deep breath, she reach
