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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Warning this chapter contains spoilers for Carlo's backstory otherwise enjoy :)
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The air hung heavy with sorrow as the shadows of impending loss cast a pall over the once vibrant world of Hotel Krat. Carlo, your dear friend and companion, had succumbed to the insidious grip of the Petrification Disease. Time was cruelly slipping away, and you found yourself kneeling on the ground, cradling Carlo's frail form in your arms.
Tears blurred your vision as you felt the gradual stiffening of Carlo's body, a relentless march towards an irreversible fate. Each passing moment etched a painful reality that seemed to echo through the hallowed halls of Hotel Krat. The once lively courtyard, now shrouded in melancholy, bore witness to the anguish that gripped your heart.
Carlo's clouded brown eyes, once vibrant with laughter and mischief, now held a haunting glaze as he looked up at you. His hand, cold and weakened by the disease, reached out to gently cup the side of your face. In that tender touch, a lifetime of shared memories and unspoken connections seemed to converge.
Whispers of reassurance fluttered from Carlo's trembling lips as he mustered the strength to comfort you in the face of his impending departure. "I will find you," he murmured with a hoarse whisper, the words carrying a promise that resonated in the depths of your soul. "I will come back to you."
The weight of those words settled in the hushed atmosphere, a beacon of hope flickering in the encroaching darkness. Carlo's hand, now frail and fragile, released its grasp on your face, falling limply against the cold ground. The finality of the moment hung in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of life in the face of an unforgiving fate.
As Carlo's body went fully limp in your arms, a profound emptiness settled over the courtyard. The once vibrant energy seemed to dissipate, leaving only the echoes of shared laughter and camaraderie. The courtyard, now a stage for a heart-wrenching farewell, stood as a silent witness to the inexorable march of time.
You remained on the ground, the weight of grief pressing upon your shoulders. Tears continued to cascade down your cheeks, mirroring the rain that seemed to weep alongside you. The memory of Carlo's clouded eyes and his whispered promise lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of a bond that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
The courtyard, once a sanctuary of joy and camaraderie, now bore the imprints of loss. As you clung to the still form of your friend, the promise of reunion echoed in your ears, a fragile thread connecting the present to an uncertain future. In that moment of profound sorrow, beneath the weeping willow tree, the narrative of Hotel Krat was irrevocably altered, forever marked by the poignant departure of a beloved friend.
With a heart heavy with grief, you tenderly ran your shaky hands through Carlo's soft, short brown hair. Sobs wracked your body, each breath hitched with the weight of loss. The courtyard, once filled with laughter and camaraderie, was now a solemn backdrop to the final moments with your fallen friend.
