"Not your fault," Hugo repeated Rose's last words.
He walked out of the room, ignoring the reassuring words from the medical staff. She was dead. A few days ago, he would have been the one to do it, but now-
rose hand fell limp a slight smile still on her face her pale skin fading to a dull more color the shadows seemed to stand still a that one thing time not moving the tear dry stain on rose's face