บท 177: Listen to John

John stood beside his mother's casket, his hands trembling with grief as he watched the pallbearers prepare to lower her into the ground. His heart ached with a pain so deep it felt like a physical weight pressing down upon him, threatening to crush him beneath its unbearable weight.

"No,"

he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Stop. Please, stop."

Priya placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding.

"John, please,"

she murmured softly.

"I know this is difficult, but we have to let her go. It's what she would have wanted."

But John shook his head stubbornly, his eyes blazing with determination.

"No, Priya,"

he insisted, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I can't let them bury her. Not yet. There's still a chance... I can bring her back. Phoenix can bring her back to life."