505: YOUR TOUCH

LUKE'S POV The doctor's face turned a shade of crimson, his hands clenching into fists as he glared at me. But I didn't care. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. All I could see was Ariel, my wife, the love of my life, slipping away from me. But hell no, this wasn't happening. It wasn't yet time, and that moment was nowhere near. Still holding Ariel tightly, I pressed my lips against her hand. Ariel's skin was cold against my lips, but I held on, pushing them harder against her hand as if my touch could somehow bring her back to life. "Ariel, please," I whispered, my voice choked with tears. "You're everything to me. You're my heart, my soul, my life. Please, don't go. Don't leave me here alone." The room seemed to spin around me, the world tilting on its axis as I stared at Ariel, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped animal. But then, something happened. Something that would change everything. In that moment of desperation, as I pressed my lips to