Thanks for Giving Me Light

Chapter 12: Pray for Death

Suddenly, there was a light in Joyce’ empty eyes, and that was the desire of living. She no longer struggled, the thin body took advantage of the trend upwards. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"Give me the other hand, too." Nathan tried his best to pull her, with the blue vein on the neck and forehead burst out.

His voice trembled and his eyes were scarlet. The black eyes like star suddenly had a bright light.

Roy looked at the scene in front of the cold eyes, falling on both sides of the body unconsciously.

Adulterer and whore, I will not let you succeed!

"Alive?” He sniffed coldly. His lips lifted with a curve of heretic, and his tone was grim as if from hell.

"Don't dream! The son of the bitch hit the flower bed. It was so hard that the white brains scattered out all over the ground... Tut tut... "

He stared big eyes, and the expression was exaggerated. The words were cracked out of teech full of dark and hate.

The hope in Joyce’s eyes dimmed down light a little.

“Shut up!” Nathan howled, leaving his whole body exuding a chill, and his voice full of rage and glacial coolness.

Roy sniffed coldly: "Shut up? Joyce, don't you know that the bitch who you gave birth to is quite miserable now, his brains burst, flesh and blood blur."

Every word and every sentence was just like a sharp arrow hit her heart litter by litter, which destroyed the hope of living.

"Let go, Nathan, I beg you, let go!" Joyce started to struggle and her thin body was rickety. “Roy, she is your fiancee!"

Joyce desired to die and the body that struggles ceaselessly is pulling him to slip together. The police behind them could not stop it with all their strength.

His grip on her was beginning to loosen.

He shouted hysterically that he didn't want her dead.

Roy was indifferent and the bottom of eyes was dyeing the color of sinister: “fiancee? Ask her the bitch with whom she was born."

He wanted to force her to say everything, and he wanted those he hated to suffer the loss of their loved ones. The pain tore him into pieces day and night.

“Roy, I will not live up to your wishes. I will die with my Mike. You will never know who his father is." Joyce roared up, with empty eyes full of blood.

She can bear the pain of the loss of children. She was so deeply in love with that person, how willing to let him also bear the pain of heart-broken.

"Well, then die. Anyway I Roy also do not want to have such bad a bitch to be fiancee."

The hospital medical staff, also joined the rescue team. They pulled Nathan one by one so that he can stabilize his falling body finally.

Nathan’s eyes was full of red blood, his hands pull her and atrium burst of contraction: “Joyce, I command you, forbid to let go, forbid to die!”

She looked up her head, pale laps dithered. She reluctantly herself slightly hook laps and silently said: "Nathan, I love you!"

This was the last time he would see her. She should have left him her best.

She tried to endure the pain in the heart, smiling brightly. She used the other hand, trembling broke his long fingers.

When her hand left him, the heart was like falling into the countless thin dense needle, even shallow breathing would feel pain.

Nathan, I -- don’t want to leave you.

She unconsciously gathered her fingers together, as if to retain the temperature he had left on her fingertips.

She smiled and fell, like the most beautiful broken kite!

"Joyce!" Nathan's body was half hung on the floor. His outstretched hand was penetrated by the wind, and the sweat and blood in the palm of his hand were blown dry and cold into his heart.

At that moment, he felt he had lost the most precious thing in the world.

He was helplessly looking at her body to fall ceaselessly, head bumped knock on air conditioning, and her thin body turned with the external force and increase speed.