silklungs

Eternal The package had finally come, he ripped open the brown package paper impatiently and suddenly paused to look at the crimson diamond incrusted ring box, at this point he was breathing very heavily, he could feel every time he inhaled and exhaled, every moment now seemed like an eternity, a painful abyss of an eternity. The old man started shaking he could barely control his movement, he closed his eyes and held on tightly to the crimson box and started weeping like the pathetic broken man that he had become, as each warm tear rolled down his face they brought with them a memory breaking him down even more, as the tears rolled down hi