In silence, Brendan's face turned pale. He weakly clutched at Deirdre's wrist. "Deirdre, my mother will die sooner or later… Why must you… be so impatient?"

As soon as he finished the sentence, Deirdre saw Brendan fall, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.

"Brendan!" Deirdre shouted, throwing herself onto the ground. "Brendan! I didn't do it! I really didn't!"

Tears flooded her eyes as she reached out to touch Brendan's face.

Why was he so cold? Why was he so icy?

Before she could