From the numbness a feeling of comfort would start to take hold of her, a feeling most importantly of peace, of the need to rest, and of acceptance. They'd done all they could within the world, this was the end of a wonderful life. She had been blessed enough to spend most of it with the most amazing man beside her, they had raised many wonderful children together and their contribution was enough that Novel could easily pass to the other side. It seemed though, even with the perfection of their end they would cling tightly to their final moments.
Novel would cling to her husbands words as the cold would begin to seep into her bones, to sweep her away into darkness. But hold tight she would, as her eyes slipped closed she'd listen to those familiar words. Had they really said them enough to each other? Was she really ready to give him her last? Second thoughts were long gone though, as she struggled to bring in one last good breath. "I love you, Dutiron.." And she would not be able to draw in another.
The pain would dissipate, and all she would leave was an old broken body. Her heart was long gone, running joyously with her true love, forever.
