Mặt trời xuất hiện trên sườn đồi. “Tôi mệt mỏi, Tom.” “Không sao khi về nhà, ‘anh nghẹn ngào.” Nắm tay tôi? ” . “” Tôi cũng yêu bạn, “anh thì thầm. Jennifer chết cảm thấy sự ấm áp của mặt trời mọc
The sun appeared over the hillside. “I’m tired, Tom.””It’s okay to go home,’ he choked. “Hold my hand?”His arms tightened around her and his fingers interlaced with hers. She closed her eyes against the brightness. “I love you.””I love you too,” he whispered. Jennifer died feeling the warmth of the rising sun
Dee Henderson, The Healer