115. Nurture Hope

Gabriella lay with sad eyes fixed on the setting sun. Her breath was as calm as the ocean. No more rumbling choking the throat. The pressure that was pressing against her chest, had dissipated with the cry.

“Are you sure our Little Prince will return soon?” she murmured while continuing to hear her husband's heartbeat.

"Yes, of course. We don't really let him go. He'll be back for sure,” Max said, stroking Gabriella's hair.

“What if the returnee is a different soul? We can't apologize to the wrong prince, Max," the woman said before furrowing her brows and taking a deep breath.

Sensing the change in his wife's lung rhythm, Max raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to perform a ritual so that our Little Prince doesn't get lost when he returns?"

Slowly, Gabriella lifted her head until her eyes met the husband's. "What ritual?"

Cautiously, Max helped the woman up from his body. After Gabriella managed to sit down, he raised