Delia’s POV
It was a quiet and sad dream. When I woke up from my dream, tears came out of my eyes for some reason.
The baby teeth Kral had handed me on my ankles glowed slightly. I touched it, remembering the last images of Kral's parents in my dream.
If it wasn't for that long sigh that woke me up from my dream, I don't know how long I would have stayed there in silence like a wandering soul. I remembered that Karl had asked me to stand in front of his parents' tombstone for a little while longer. Did he know that I would see those sad memories in my dreams?
Why? That his father, who seemed so powerful, could not protect his beloved wife from such a tragic death?
