The sky gradually darkened.
Brandan's heart also slowly cooled down.
He lowered his head to look at Iris Harris in his arms. She had her eyes closed, breathing steadily, looking as if she had fallen asleep.
Brandan gently raised his hand, tracing the contours of her face through the air. His eyes gradually filled with water, and he closed them, forcing back the tears.
He wanted to deeply remember her, but whenever he looked at her, his tears always blurred his vision.
Brandan took a deep breath, then lowered his head to rest his face against her neck, absorbing her faint body warmth.
He knew that soon, very soon, he would no longer be able to feel her warmth.
His heart felt cold, and he could no longer distinguish his feelings at this moment.
The moon slowly rose, and the sky was completely dark.
When William Moore walked in, Brandan was still holding Iris on the sofa.
He came in and turned on the light. The man slowly raised his head to look at him.
