With the pursuit abandoned, I retraced my steps to find Denise.
Deniseâs abdomen bore the brutal marks of the manâs attack, her innards bleeding profusely.
Though she drew breath, her survival appeared bleak.
âDebra, pleaseâ¦â Denise implored weakly, clutching my hand.
She appeared ghostly pale, her tearful plea trembling from her Lips.
âYouâre a witch, arenât you? Please, save me.
You must be able to save me, right?â
Denise harbored an unwavering desire to survive, her eyes brimming with desperate Longing.
My heart felt heavy.
Though I yearned to rescue her, the recent battle had drained my strength, rendering me powerless to help her any further.
Regrettably, there was nothing I could do for her.
Caleb looked at me, shaking his head.
I understood his apprehension.
He feared a repeat of the last time when I exhausted my strength and passed out.
That was why he stopped Deniseâs eyes gradually dimmed.
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I couldnât resist asking, âDenise, did you catch a glimpse of the manâs face just now? If you share the details with me, I can help you seek revenge.
Your death wonât be in vain.
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Deniseâs fingers tightened around my hand, her fingers tipped white.
She was a little excited, eager to tell me something, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak, pools of crimson gushed out.
A few moments later, Deniseâs gaze gradually lost its focus, and her grip on me weakened.
âDenise!â
I urgently called her name.
However, no matter how loudly I called her, I couldnât alter the grim reality of her passing.
Denise died in agonizing torment, her reluctance palpable.
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As I clutched Deniseâs hand, I sensed the gradual chill enveloping her body.
In a state of reverie, memories of our first encounter flooded my mind.
Back then, she was the model of gentleness and docility, displaying no hint of aggression.
Now, only a few months later, she met a wretched end in the misty woods.
Could it be true that evil was rewarded with evil?
I let out a sigh and shook my head.
With a quiet touch, I closed Deniseâs eyes.
Denise had made her share of mistakes in life, but there was one quality of hers that I deeply respected: her unyielding determination to keep living.
In a world where many faced immense suffering, some chose to end their own lives.
Denise refused to give up, no matter the hardships she faced.
She displayed unwavering persistence, even when exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders.
She yearned for a path to freedom and a chance at Life.
I hated and admired her at the same time.
Silently, Caleb and I carried Deniseâs lifeless body back.