I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed! -Shelley
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The morning had been cold and rainy. Reminded him of home.
The docks were hazardous to those who didn?t know what they were doing and twice already that morning the crew had to fish someone out of the sea who had fallen overboard: stuffy passengers who didn?t want to listen when they were told not to lean overboard.
Finally, Bastian was able to find a time to smoke. He stood under the eaves of the local tavern, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding his cigarette. He was trying to shut his senses down, block out the cold; so when Grem greeted him suddenly, Bastian gave quite a start.
Erin was sick with the flu, apparently. Poor girl. Bastian did not want to get sick, so maybe that was why he hadn?t seen her last night or this morning; because she didn?t want to pass it on. However, Grem casually suggested that he go visit Erin. Hey, if he caught the flu, they could be sick together! In some twisted, morbid way, Bastian found the thought amusing. He found himself wanting to be with her always. So after agreeing to go visit her on his lunch Break, Bastian and Grem said their goodbyes and Grem sauntered away.
When lunchtime rolled around, Bastian made a pit-stop at home to change. He ended up talking to Cassie for a while before heading on over to Erin?s place. If only he knew he should be hurrying.
He knocked a few times, then realized that she wouldn?t answer the door if she was sick. Her house was huge and she was probably all warm and snuggly up in her room. The door was tried and found to be unlocked. ?Erin?? He called out loud enough so that if she were awake, she wouldn?t be worried about intruders but quiet enough to where he wouldn?t wake her if she was asleep. A cautious step inside taken. The lights were out. The door was closed behind him and Bastian made his way further inside. No answer.
He had two options. Call out louder or go find her room. He opted for the latter and began making his way upstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before spotting a faint strip of light from under a door. Ahh, so there she was! ?Erin,? he called out again softly when he reached the door, setting a hand on the doorknob. ?How?re you feeling, Erin-love?? She wasn?t answering him still so the boy figured she was asleep. That?s when he opened the door. And he wasn?t prepared for what he found.
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The morning had been cold and rainy. Reminded him of home.
The docks were hazardous to those who didn?t know what they were doing and twice already that morning the crew had to fish someone out of the sea who had fallen overboard: stuffy passengers who didn?t want to listen when they were told not to lean overboard.
Finally, Bastian was able to find a time to smoke. He stood under the eaves of the local tavern, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding his cigarette. He was trying to shut his senses down, block out the cold; so when Grem greeted him suddenly, Bastian gave quite a start.
Erin was sick with the flu, apparently. Poor girl. Bastian did not want to get sick, so maybe that was why he hadn?t seen her last night or this morning; because she didn?t want to pass it on. However, Grem casually suggested that he go visit Erin. Hey, if he caught the flu, they could be sick together! In some twisted, morbid way, Bastian found the thought amusing. He found himself wanting to be with her always. So after agreeing to go visit her on his lunch Break, Bastian and Grem said their goodbyes and Grem sauntered away.
When lunchtime rolled around, Bastian made a pit-stop at home to change. He ended up talking to Cassie for a while before heading on over to Erin?s place. If only he knew he should be hurrying.
He knocked a few times, then realized that she wouldn?t answer the door if she was sick. Her house was huge and she was probably all warm and snuggly up in her room. The door was tried and found to be unlocked. ?Erin?? He called out loud enough so that if she were awake, she wouldn?t be worried about intruders but quiet enough to where he wouldn?t wake her if she was asleep. A cautious step inside taken. The lights were out. The door was closed behind him and Bastian made his way further inside. No answer.
He had two options. Call out louder or go find her room. He opted for the latter and began making his way upstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before spotting a faint strip of light from under a door. Ahh, so there she was! ?Erin,? he called out again softly when he reached the door, setting a hand on the doorknob. ?How?re you feeling, Erin-love?? She wasn?t answering him still so the boy figured she was asleep. That?s when he opened the door. And he wasn?t prepared for what he found.