Wayne Bailey felt as if his body was heavy as lead, kneeling on one leg before her bed.
Anna Jadwin's expression was hazy, her small hand caressed his face, "Stop crying… Wayne Bailey… You're a king… You shouldn't shed tears…"
Anna Jadwin's lips parted slightly, sealed by a burning kiss.
Wayne Bailey kissed her frantically, his tongue probing her mouth.
Swept away by the hot, wet kiss, Anna Jadwin clung to his neck, gasping for air…
"Cough, cough… Young master, if you don't leave now, there won't be enough time."
Wilfred entered with the doctor, awkwardly reminding him.
Wayne Bailey clenched and then unclenched her icy hand, slowly releasing her lips.
Anna Jadwin closed her eyes, tears slipping from beneath her lashes. She seemed to be engulfed in a chaotic nightmare.
Wayne Bailey came to rescue her, but he cried, and she didn't know why he shed tears. She only felt the scorching pain of his tears on her chest, so intense that she too began to cry.
