It was too late. It was too late. The thought, over and over, tumbled through his mind as he stumbled up the marble steps of the library, gasping, tears streaming openly down his face, grieving for the only friend he'd ever had in his small and lonely life. The librarian opened the door with a pitying smile on her face. "There is yet hope," she said. "Come in back. I've something to show you." "What do you mean?" he asked, looking up at her. She beckoned, turned around and walked away. next This is the personal page of dawnrising and does not represent the views or opinions of Braingle.  | |
