Jasmine’s POV

When his body goes limp, my heart jumps into my chest. This is when I realize he is holding onto my left hand with his right.

So tightly.

But he isn’t breathing.

“Xavier”, I jerk his shirt, hoping he would open his eyes and smile at me and tell me this is over. But he isn’t moving. He isn’t breathing. His hands are becoming cold and finally, his grip on my hand slackens.

With trembling hands, I continue to jerk him back and forth, tears rolling down my eyes ...