A Fairy's Grief

"I think this is the first time…" A voice softly wafted into the Fairy's ears.

As she hovered in the air—above the clear floors, luxurious bed, and the one who was laid atop it—she could feel an overwhelming emotion overtake her.

"… The first time I've seen you cry." The soft voice contained hints of sadness, but his words were intended to tease her.

This Fairy was Jane Ursula. The being who was on his deathbed at that moment was none other than Lewis Griffith—her best friend.

His grey hair, shriveled body, and wrinkled face made him look like a stranger compared to the man she knew decades ago. Still, he was one and the same.

He had just grown old.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I truly wanted to explore more things with you." He smiled.

Out of everyone who was supposed to come for Lewis' last moments, she had been the first to arrive.

Due to the kind of man he was, several important people would be arriving. Still, Jane wanted to have her private moment with him.