by Ylva Rane » Fri Mar 26, 2010 6:06 am
"Who said I...?" Will stopped and stared after him. Was that how he felt? She never gave a thought about him trying to like people, she just saw him as a stubborn and infuriating person. Will bit her lip. Perhaps...she was going much too far. His dog is close to dying, after all, and that would be heart-wrenching. She looked down at Gordan, who looked up at her with the desire to run after him. He liked Ian a lot. "Fine...go ahead." Gordan wagged his tail and ran off after Ian, barking like mad. If Gordan was where his dog is right now, how would I feel?
She already knew the answer. Chances are, she would feel desperate, but seeing Gordan like that, she might feel the same amount of despair as Ian felt. Hart had told her before, about how she often spoke without considering other feelings. She sighed and slowly followed Gordan to the stables, where Ian was headed. Hart would definitely give her a year long lecture if she didn't do anything about this situation.
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I've been dumped a boatload of work to do before college, so I will post when I can. Life is my nemesis.
'Tis the season! Here, a lovely song in commemoration of the holidays:
Oh Come, EmmanuelA wonderful interpretation by a couple of guys who just enjoy playing music.