-untitled-There is never enough time to say everything, to say anything
To say goodbye
A moment, a year, a lifetime, one in the same.
Yet, like the faint beating of butterfly wings
A person, a soul, a spirit
Can cause a storm a world away.
No more fear and free from pain
We now bear it in her stead
As we do, she remains
In memory never forgotten.
Emily, Part Three: BeginningEmily
Part Three: Beginning
Emily boarded the ship and it soon left the docks. Emily felt like stone as the turned back toward the dock. Far off in the distance she could see him, Hobb, laying on the deck. She watched him disappear into the dark of night. The crew just left her alone save for smattering talk behind her back.
She saw one old man who looked out of place. Wearing a grey suit and smoking a cigarette over the side of the ship. He gave her a long good look before shaking his head and tossing his cigarette over the side.
The blood was drying on her as she walked up to him. Hobb wont make it, she said in a hoarse whisper. She could barely bring herself to say it. Her eyes began to water.
The old guy smiled softly. I think youre underestimating the guy. Ive known him for a while and the old dog is tougher then he lo