The Last Breath

January 1350

On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold.

The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths.

Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment.

This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future.

His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live.

She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar.

Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story.

Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap.

He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon.

"I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life.

Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit.

God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness.

Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life.

His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent.

Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold.

An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face.

His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold.

Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.