Trystan’s eyes remained unfocused as he stared at her. “It can’t be.” “What? It can’t be what?” she asked quietly, pushing damp strands of hair off his forehead and moving to cradle his head in her lap. “What did it whisper to you? Are you sick? What’s wrong?” “I wish it was different. I wish… I wish…” he murmured, eyes fluttering shut.
It better have told them they are meant to be together forever
