My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

It had been a month since Amanda was taken off life support. The lives of the Evans, Moriarty, and Palmer families had changed drastically.

No one saw it coming. No one could've imagined that all the peace they'd been living with the stream of good news, one after another-would end so suddenly.

Sadly, what the whole family feared most had come true: Amanda didn't make it. Lucius was the one who had to make the painful decision. She needed to rest- she had to go. She couldn't keep living like that... not really alive, not truly dead. It was something she had once confessed to him during a pillow talk-that being in that kind of state terrified her.

Lucius stood before the plaque marking where his young, beloved wife rested, holding a bouquet of flowers. She had never told him which ones were her favorite, so he brought her a mix-one of everything.

Standing there, he couldn't stop the lump in his throat from forming, or the tears from welling in his eyes as he remembered the absurd way she'd left him. Her last look, her final smile, the final time he felt the warmth of her body in his arms-it all played in his mind.

He cried in silence, still trying to accept that she was really gone. But it was impossible not to cry.

Amanda had come into his life out of nowhere. Now that he thought about it, it was as if life itself had foreshadowed it—she was never meant to stay.

He had met her one day at a café, though she insisted they'd actually met earlier —at the airport, arguing with Moriarty. She always claimed she'd liked him first and never let him forget it. But he remembered meeting her while she worked at the café.

for her-those eyes, so much like his mother's... her mischievous smile. It took him no time to talk to her, and even less to go

make their relationship public

wouldn't let them live in sin. They had lived every. moment like

in the end,,

They lived everything.. everything except the life they were supposed to have with their daughter.

never got to know her mother. She never

meal. They missed the photo session

his daughter, to hold her and know she'd never be in her mother's arms. Because Amanda had been unconscious the

Lucius said, his voice trembling. "She's a little screamer, just like you were. And God, I miss your yelling... I miss hearing you sing

take care of her. She stayed home with her today- says she's still too little to bring here.

Angela and Valentina Even more so. My dad wanted

I don't want to burden them-not