Cornelius could hear some broken whispers in his room, but every time he tried to open his eyes the tiredness seemed to push him deeper into his own dark delirium. He knew he hadn’t heard Aoife’s voice, it was the absence of her that made him the most unsettled. There wasn’t a chance that she wouldn’t be by his side, unless something terrible had happened. |This thought plagued his mind, urging him to continue to fight until he could step into the world of the living one more time. He had this battle every day, and each day he lost. The smiling skeletons would plunge him deeper towards the underworld, dragging him past the layers of regrets and joys from his life. He knew he was dying. The last person he wanted to see was not his son, but his daughter. Fighting against his fatigue, he forc

