He knelt down to see his little son. Out from his pocket he pulled a small carved whistle, and solemnly gave it to him. It was engraved with a lion.
“I have a ring for you, if you will have it.”
He was so real, standing close to her now, it was him - it really was. All the sadness she had held back over the last few years, came rushing towards her and then ran on by. In an instant her happiness had returned.
“Is it made of moonbeams, gossamer or caramel?” she asked excitedly.
“All three. And some gold of course.”
He lightly brushed her hair back from her face, and she put her hands through his coat, to his waist, to pull him closer. And they embraced one another for a very long time.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
“I have a ring for you, if you will have it.”
He was so real, standing close to her now, it was him - it really was. All the sadness she had held back over the last few years, came rushing towards her and then ran on by. In an instant her happiness had returned.
“Is it made of moonbeams, gossamer or caramel?” she asked excitedly.
“All three. And some gold of course.”
He lightly brushed her hair back from her face, and she put her hands through his coat, to his waist, to pull him closer. And they embraced one another for a very long time.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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