Aunt May's face always carries love and care, and her voice is gentle, often giving Jasmine Yale the illusion that her mother is still around.
Jasmine Yale gently shook her head: "So tired..."
Too tired.
It was the 32nd day without him; she didn't even know how she got through each day.
When she opened her eyes, he was there; and when she closed them, he remained.
Rather than living, it's more like enduring.
Today, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and chose the long-planned way to end her life.
Aunt May looked at Jasmine Yale empathetically, tightly holding her hand, knowing all too well how tired she was.
"Jasmine, I know, I truly do." Aunt May's eyes glistened with tears, "But, for the sake of the baby in your belly, promise Aunt May that you'll live happily, okay?"
Aunt May freed her other hand and gently placed it over Jasmine Yale's abdomen.
Jasmine Yale suddenly opened her eyes, a light of disbelief and shock in them.
What?
What did Aunt May say?
Baby?
