"Can you call me that again?"
"Call me husband again… okay?"
The plea hung in the air, filled with hope and a desperate wish for connection amid the uncertainty.
The person nestled in his arms finally closed her eyes, her breath fading away like a whisper in the breeze.
At this moment, Silas finally realized something— a chilling emptiness that consumed his very being.
He seemed to have lost his soul, and he sat paralyzed on the cold ground, utterly powerless, as though all strength had drained from his body.
Desperately, he reached out to grasp her delicate hand. But in his clumsiness, his fingers collided with a finely crafted wooden carving. It toppled over and rolled away, shattering the stillness of the scene as it hit the ground with a sharp thud. The place where it was meticulously glued together was instantly broken into two pieces, each starkly contrasting against the earth.
Something warm seemed to fall from his eye, spilling down his cheeks like molten sorrow.
