Jean led Lilia up to the second floor. They followed a long, tortuous hallway until they finally reached the very end of the room. Jean then paused his step at the door to the room. The silence in the hallway felt heavy. None of the living nor the dead, they never want to stand in the same room like this.
Jean began to lose his nerve as he stared at the door to the room. Behind this door, the man he loved more than his own father was lying, waiting to die. The desire to turn around and run away from this place began to engulf him. He didn't want to see Uncle Hans when the man was weak and dying, because he knew that his heart wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Jean."
The moment Jean heard his name called out, he felt Lilia gently squeeze his hand. The man turned to his wife, and found her smiling soothingly. Feels like a fireflies found a light, That man hearing closely what does the light say.
