The end of the beginning: his promise to return...

Mr. Gerald sat at the terrace of his home with a sullen face as the evening sun went away, to reveal a gray cloud it would be winter soon he thought to himself walking into his home he sat inside to a warm meal of porridge and dry morsel bread his life had been put on hold ever since his dear the daughter died nothing could lift up an old man's spirit everything seemed to go so slow-paced packing up his meal he washed the dishes and returned to bed. The events of the world seemed to be in a slow tune as everything around him screamed to hold on and not give up lying on his side he closed his eyes as the darkness consumed him.

He saw it in the same dream which had been plaguing his mind for three months now his dear wife had appeared to him wearing the same dress she had on the day she died ever so beautiful but unlike when she was alive with her lips full of laughter and smiles. But now she spotted on her face a grown a grimace as tears leaked from her eyes it's color a dip red and i