Hi guys... IT'S US. Bree and Pippa.
Red Skies - Blue Horizon... but our other account don't work so we're using this one.
Woooh!
Disclaimer: We don't own it, and never will.
This story is just about Archie's past and his coming -to -terms with things like death, and other terrible stuff...
So R & R, enjoy, and please, don't flame.
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The room was silent. Archie Kennedy thought not on his impending death, instead he thought on his long since past childhood.
For many reasons, his childhood had not been pleasant, despite the fortunate manner of his birth.
Yet Archie found himself yearning for the simplicity of youth.
William Bush gathered his belongings quietly, he had been discharged, and out of respect for Kennedy, had decided to leave so the dying man could have a moment with his dearest friend.
Archie took a book from his bedside table.
"Mr. Bush!" He called weakly. His last hours were upon him.
"I know we were never the best of friends, but please, take this. Shakespeare's comedies. You might read them and...learn from them."
Bush smiled hesitantly and took the book, deciding not to be insulted. After all, the man had just saved his life.
"Thank you, Mr Kennedy." He wasn't talking merely of the book. More of the gift of Archie's life.
Archie held out his hand.
"You're welcome, Mr.Bush." He said with a pained laugh. Even breathing hurt now.
Bush took Archie's clammy hand in his own and turned to leave the infirmary.
At the door, he paused and glanced back.
"Goodbye, Mr. Kennedy."