I was praying. Desperately. I dread the fact that the love of my life would disintegrate before my very eyes.
My wife was in the bed. Her form was shrivelled like a leaf on the grass near a tree and her aura was waning like the glinting moon.
Despite her weakness, she clenched by hand affectionately but with firmness. Her eyes turned towards me, trying to communicate in a sort of telepathic way. She had that tendency but thanks to the monk, I at least could understand better.
I tried, using the courage of the knight, not to fold. I willed my self to be stoic and show that I wasn't just some weak simp who wore his heart on the sleeves.
As for the rest of the family, they surrounded her, some snivelling, some looking down while only one held the form.
My wife took a deep breath. And she said....
YOU ARE READING
Story of Bob
ActionA great catastrophe has befell upon the world and the population is dying. To solve the great pandemic, a grand genius by the name of Bob, must fix his reckless errors in creating the virus and set things right. Will he succeed in his quest for r...
