Your treasured smile is a rarity. What ails you can’t be remedied. You eat much less and weaken, rising pale and gaunt, clutching your crucifix tight. Your loved ones despairs. Solely you’ll be able to hear my voice, rising stronger. You spurned me in life, however quickly, my love, we can be collectively eternally.

Paul lives in Scotland. Typically he writes tales. Typically they’re even printed.