Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The carved wooden trinket in his hands was taken by someone, but not by one of Christ's people.

The others in the room left without notice, leaving only Summer by his bedside.

Christ couldn't recall when Summer had arrived.

He took the carved wooden trinket from Christ's hand, a slight curve touched Summer's lips.

"Farewell, Master."

Christ's eyes bulged, a feeble attempt to rise overtaking him. Yet, his body was too weak; he could only discern that it was

Summer's voice.

This was the little disciple he and the Grand Elder had taken in together. In their years of searching for Cynthia, they had neglected

his presence.

Summer extended a finger, pressed the switch to pop out the insect, pressed it back in, and toggled the switch again.

"Master, Christ, I'm here to see you off on your final journey."

Something in Summer's tone set off alarm bells in Christ's head. He tried to turn, but even that small movement was beyond him.

Summer slowly bent down and whispered in Christ's ear, "Did you see the video? Quite a pity about Sis, huh?"

instantly, gasping in disbelief,

But he was powerless.

head towards him, his voice still

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his hand, a smirk playing

not loving me.

blood once more,

was not immediate. Instead, he lingered on, a mere shell of life, utterly dependent on

appointed two people to look after

care of

he was vegetative,

authority, as he was the only disciple

toyed with the wooden trinket's

a scorn on his

the way, BK was now his and Philip's

that basement, he felt a bit of regret. He had hoped to keep her by his

his

as

"Of course, Summer."

glasses, Summer's smile was gentle, but the smile becincreasingly loud, sending shivers down

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