Chapter 45: Parting Ways, Sad Days
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“Haha… even you’re so distressed. But I’m at that age, where things like these aren’t as surprising anymore… How old was I again? I’m nearly seventy, right?” Christopher was obviously trying to lighten up the mood.
“You’re seventy-three, darling…” Carla spoke up as she stood by her husband who’s head slowly turned to look at her. The woman who usually looked a bit more unfeeling, at that moment looked like she was holding herself from breaking down as she watched her husband struggle to keep his eyes open…
“You’re right… I’m seventy-three and I’ve spend the last thirty seven years loving you… no even more than that even…” Christopher said as he extended his hand but soon let it rest on the bedside.
“I was thinking… of writing letters addressed
