Loretta reached him and dropped to her knees, trying to gather him into her arms. She couldn't lift him. A tortured moan worked its way up her throat. With a trembling hand, she cupped the side of his jaw, sobbing his name. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently whispered comfort to her. If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.Don't die! Hunter, please, don't die! I love you! Hunter-- A sob tore the words from her guts in ragged spurts. I love--you. , you hear? I love you! You can't die and leave me. Please, don't leave me!
Loretta reaches out to Hunter, falling to her knees in desperation as she tries to hold him but finds him too heavy to lift. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she softly touches his face, especially the scar on his cheek, reminiscing about the comforting words he often shared with her. The bond they share is deep, as she feels that his presence is etched into her very being.
In her anguish, she pleads for him to stay alive, confessing her love for him in a broken voice. Her heartfelt cries echo her fears of losing him, showing the depth of her emotions. Loretta's sobs reflect the turmoil within her as she implores him not to leave her, emphasizing the profound connection they have despite the dire situation.
