When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Miley felt a surge of agitation, her senses heightened as she reached out to check Bertha’s breath.

Though feeble, it was still discernible, offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst her growing concern.

With urgency coursing through her veins, Miley swiftly initiated cardiopulmonary resuscitation for Bertha.

“I’ve called for an ambulance.

They’ll be here soon.

Just hang in there…”

Yet, despite her efforts, Bertha remained unresponsive.

As she rubbed Bertha’s chilled hands, Miley’s prayers became fervent pleas.

“Please, don’t die! The doctors will be here any moment…”

their previous discord, a newfound understanding had blossomed between

thought of losing Bertha now, as they

clawed at Miley’s bones, leaving her

beside Bertha, her gaze drifting towards the river they had journeyed along,

her, a distant sound pierced the silence, an ambulance

her feet, vigorously waving

swiftly approached with a stretcher, loading Bertha

behind, her heart heavy with

flooded Miley’s senses, the weight of

yearned to contact Neville, only to realize he was absent from

any call to him would be

out to his parents, though their strained

unconscious form, Miley slumped against the

interrupted the silence, emanating