There's a grief that can't be spoken, There's a pain that goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution, Here it was they lit the flame, Here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.
-from Empty Chairs At Empty Tables-
I couldn't move; couldn't breathe. My world had just been flipped upside-down, and I was trapped in a promise that everything would be okay when it wasn't. I don't care if it was 5 weeks or 5 minutes ago, it feels the same. Mr. Forkle's death was the last straw, no more playing around. Now I get what they mean by a defining moment. But I still don't move, even though I want to. When he died, a part of me died too. He always looked out for me, even when I didn't want him to. He was the one thing that kept me going, a promise that In the end, everything would be ok. But now that he is gone, I can't help but feel like everything won't be. The Neverseen are growing stronger, while we are getting weaker. i don't know what to do, so I don't move. I look out at the horizon, breathing in the salty air as it blows across my face. It was so calm, like the world had stopped. I was at calla's pankes tree, sitting with my feet dangling off the cliff. As I look back and I start thinking about the sacrifice calla made: how she saved all those dwarves lives at the cost of her own. Tears started streaming down my cheeks as I thought about everything that ever happened to me… everyone that was taken from me. I wiped the tears from my cheeks trying to stop them, but they just kept coming.
