Chapter Seventeen
People call it instinct, while he knows facts.
Third Person’s Point of View
Silvester could not felt more happier than he was right now.
Knowing that there really was a fragment of his wife to the world was something that gave him a lot of hope and reason to keep on living through what used to be a scale of grey and black in his life. The very reason why she had to appear in his dream… it was all because of this little one. A small smile appeared on his lips when the fox continued on nudging towards him. He knew that she was solely worried about the intense blue light surrounding him, and it was nothing but her instinct that wanted her to be close to the man. Despite him not wanting to appear sad to his daughter, he could not stop his emotions by the second.
