Reese heaves a heavy sigh as he sits by Jenny’s bedside, clasping his hands together to generate moderate warmth.
He looks over at the girl lying in the bed, pursing his lips while his eyes depict anxiety, confusion and depression all at once.
Although difficult, Reese braves himself to touch her face, sweeping thin, frail strands of black hair away from her forehead.
His eyes are locked in a gaze upon her pale, emotionless face, welling up at a certain pace.
He exhales, finding it hard to breathe at this moment.
His other hand grabs hold of her small, fragile hand, exerting heat into her cold one.
“...Jenny,” he whispers, gulping down a large lump of grief down his tight throat.
As a tear rolls down his colorless cheek, he buries his head into her arm, crying into it in silence.
Each time he feels a throb slowing down in her wrist, he counts the seconds they have left.
He picks his head up after a while, just to take one last look at her face as he leans in.
While he caresses her soft, lifeless hair continuously, he plants a deep, loving kiss in the middle of her forehead.
The tears that stream endlessly down his face begin to dampen her soulless face, sending chills down her inactive spine.
Soon, her heartbeat begins to slow down critically.
“...Jenny, I...” he murmurs amidst his sobs.
Her hand he is holding slumps down to her side.
“I will always love you.”