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When Louise saw Brently, the grip on her sister’s waist loosened. Her featherweight weight body became too heavy for her feet to bear, and she collapsed. She fell on the staircase but felt nothing. The shock of her living husband made her numb to pain. She could hear voices calling her. A panicky female voice calling her name. And two male voices making shrill calls. But all these noises were deafened by her thudding heart. She could hear every pound in her eyes, and could even visualize this frail organ struggling to keep her body alive. Her body writhed to the dismay of the three individuals, who’s screaming and concern grew with every unusual twist she made.
Brently being alive made Louis rethink her freedom. The spirits were reproaching and mocking for her momentary victory. Immediately, she was overwhelmed with shame. How dare she rejoices the demise of her husband? This man who obeyed her every whim and loved her unconditionally. She felt guilt rise to her throat and choke her with its bitter taste. This freedom that she craved assumed an ugly face, and she saw it for what it truly was; selfishness and hatred. Perhaps Brently deserved someone better. She should die in his place and clear the path for someone who truly deserved this man. Her heartbeat began to slow down. It became fainter by the beat, and she felt happy with every breath that escaped her body. She would die a martyr. The ultimate symbol of love and selflessness.