- No ... - I murmured, taking a few steps back, with the adrenaline present in my veins. - He finished. - my stomach churned. - What are your last words? He leaned forward, the skin between his jeans and his black T-shirt revealed a brief silver reflection. - I have no last words. - I said, with the dread gradually solidifying. - Do not lie. Everyone has last words. - His voice sounded cruel, and I realized it was really over.