the real question, even if we're old and senile will Kronii still love us?
Kronii
Who?
"Do you remember Grandmama?"
The little girl looked at you with bright, inquisitive eyes, you had seen her face before somewhere.
"Here Dad", your daughter shows you an image of you and this beautiful woman, the perfect woman even, you were dressed in a suit and she a wedding dress, you remembered her now.
"Kromii, my... Kronii"
Your withered hand stroked the glass frame, you remember yoir wife. How long has it been?
You're transported back in time, jumping from one scenario to another
How you first met, her sedictive voice and body drew you in but as you spent more time with one another you noticed the little things; how she laughed at your dumb jokes, how she smiled when she looked at you, how passionate she was in bed with you, how emotionally reliant on one another you were.
No one memory stayed but you could picture her, your wife Ouro Kronii. You missed her, where was she?
"Where is Kronii?" You ask aloud, your daughter had left to fetch a nurse, your son-in-law looked at you with a sorrowful expression.
"sh-she's no longer here, Mr Anon" he held the little girls hand tight.
"My Kronii? No longer here?" Where had she gone?
You could hear the ringing of church bells in your mind, you were in a wheelchair by the pew, you were crying and-
and Kronii wasn't with you
The angelic, sorrowful choral song bloomed in and out before you were taken back to the present.
You felt something empty in you, something missing. Your Kronii.
A few tears rolled down your face and onto the marriage photo, the little girl ran over to hug you. Her little blue bangs reminded you of someone...