Eleanor’s fingers trembled violently as she continued reading Susan’s final letter. Every word carved deeper into her heart, cutting her apart piece by piece.
"I will find another way to save you. I can't just stand idly by and watch you die."
"I overheard your blood type today, and I was shocked. I never thought I’d meet someone with the same rare blood type as me. But you… You and I share the same blood. That must mean something, right? If my blood can save you, I am willing to bleed for you. To give my life for you."
"I know that losing so much blood will make it impossible for me to survive… But I’m not afraid. As long as you live, I will feel happy. To give my life for you—I am willing."
Eleanor swallowed hard, but her throat felt dry and constricted. Her breath came in shallow gasps.
"Eleanor, please don’t blame yourself. Don’t be sad. When you find out I’m gone, don’t grieve for me."