Lucian felt like his mother wouldn't move. However, Loredana managed to approach the bed. She lowered her gaze. The duvet was pulled over Nikolas's body. His face was pale. His eyes were shut and his soft chestnut was tousled.
"My beautiful boy…" She pressed her palm to his forehead, sweeping off the stubborn strands. His skin was warm, still very warm as if he were yet to be a dead man.
But she knew better. Surviving this thing was less than one percent possible. And Nikolas, he was no longer breathing and his heart had stopped beating. There was no hope.
"His heart is really not beating anymore. He's not breathing anymore," she spoke softly, her tone trembling. "My son… is gone. I've lost my son."
Lucian who'd finally mustered up the courage to approach, forced himself to look at Nikolas. The moment he did, nausea rushed up his throat and he quickly turned around, storming out of the room.
