January first 1950.

I sat near her bed looking deep Into her red ruby eyes rubbing her
light brown skin. My wife has not been the same ever since she has gotten this fever, her skin is pale and it looks like the ruby red is fading away from her eyes. I have imformed the doctors, but with no cure, no hope, they said that she would die tomorrow morning. My beautieful Wife, Marry, will never see the sun rise again! you may think that I am being to dramatic, no-no I am not, I care for my wife as anyone would...or should. I kissed her on the hand not acknowlaging the fact that I myself might get sick. We both live in a slim tall house. just the way I...I mean, we...like it. It was a rainy day in our small little town, I rush down stairs and put my coat on. Maybe, some soup would help Marry. I have to go to 'Boils Soup.' that is the most famous place where everyone gets their soups. I walked quickley but it seemed like the rain only got worse and I fear that Marry's sickness has gotten worse too. I started to run but tripped over a stone and fell into a puddle of water. I opened my eyes to see that I was in a secluded area. I believed I was in one of those dark alleyways. I hear a voice speak out to me.
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