"No... Claudia... don't leave me... open your eyes... open your eyes and look at me..."
No matter how much Wyatt Perry cried and called out, Claudia Ross's eyes remained tightly closed, giving no response.
Wyatt Perry, who had not shed a tear since he was five, completely broke down.
He held Claudia Ross's body, not allowing anyone to come near.
Gentle large hands softly brushed Claudia's peaceful face.
She seemed as though she had fallen asleep, silent and still, those beautiful eyes would never open again, her waterfall-like long hair flowed through his palms like water.
Wyatt Perry's fingertips repeatedly brushed over Claudia's emaciated cheeks.
Her pale skin was tinged with the gray of death, no longer the color of the living.
Everything was telling Wyatt Perry the fact that she had departed, yet he stubbornly refused to believe it. He held her, letting her rest in his embrace.
"Claudia, I'm taking you home, back to our home, Coral Island."