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Chapter 61

           Melanielayinthebed,herfigureunderthecounterpaneshrunkenandflatlikealittlegirl’s.Twoblackbraidsfelloneithersideofherfaceandherclosedeyesweresunkenintwinpurplecircles.AtthesightofherScarlettstoodtransfixed,leaningagainstthedoor.Despitethegloomoftheroom,shecouldseethatMelanie’sfacewasofawaxyyellowcolor.Itwasdrainedoflife’sbloodandtherewasapinchedlookaboutthenose.Untilthatmoment,ScarletthadhopedDr.Meadewasmistaken.Butnowsheknew.Inthehospitalsduringthewarshehadseentoomanyfaceswearingthispinchedlooknottoknowwhatitinevitablypresaged.

           Melaniewasdying,butforamomentScarlett’smindrefusedtotakeitin.Melaniecouldnotdie.Itwasimpossibleforhertodie.Godwouldn’tletherdiewhenshe,Scarlett,neededhersomuch.NeverbeforehaditoccurredtoherthatsheneededMelanie.Butnow,thetruthsurgedin,downtothedeepestrecessesofhersoul.ShehadreliedonMelanie,evenasshehadrelieduponherself,andshehadneverknownit.Now,MelaniewasdyingandScarlettknewshecouldnotgetalongwithouther.Now,asshetiptoedacrosstheroomtowardthequietfigure,panicclutchingatherheart,sheknewthatMelaniehadbeenherswordandhershield,hercomfortandherstrength.

           "Imustholdher!Ican’tlethergetaway!"shethoughtandsankbesidethebedwitharustleofskirts.Hastilyshegraspedthelimphandlyingonthecoverletandwasfrightenedanewbyitschill.

           "It’sme,Melly,"shesaid.

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