Chapter 65: I Kissed A Princess?

A warm feeling embraced him as if he was hiding beneath a blanket after a long winter night. Large muscular hands enveloped him, patting his back ever so gently as if it was the first fall of snow. His father's gentle voice rang in his ears.

"It's alright," He said.

He couldn't remember why he was crying at that time, but he knew it had something to do with the book he liked so much. The one he kept on him all times, something related to it. His father lifted him and held him tight as he cried.

"Sometimes stories end that way," He remembered his father telling him. The reason for his crying was the ending of the book he liked to read so much. It was sad, even though he couldn't remember how it ended.

After that, he reread the book many times that he couldn't even count. He read it, reread it, reread the damn thing as if......