Ch 4: All things Come in Three's
Will didn't know how long he'd been sitting there thinking. Just thinking. Mainly about how Chuck felt extremely proud of himself at the time he wrote the letter, to be able to die trying to save his beloved bar and that he will miss all the good times they both had together. Will knew that Chuck won't be too far away and that he can't wait until they next meet.
Sean, on the other hand, had seen the world through the eyes of a blind man; he had committed every smell and taste to memory, apparently. Sean had taken on his challenge to Will and had smelt the Sistine Chapel to prove his ever-lasting point to 'live and not just exist in the world'.
Will, well he was able to over-come his fear of being loved to having two of the most beautiful creatures in the world by his side. A loving wife and daughter. A life that he can be proud of and one of the greatest families any one could ever ask for.
Three men
Three dreams
Three fulfilled lives.
'You know your eyes really can't pull off the 'blood shot look' very well.' A voice spoke from the shadows and yet it sounded familiar.
This voice resounded in his brain but Will couldn't fathom how the person this voice belonged to could possibly be there with him, by his side. This voice was one of comfort and understanding; it filled him with a sense of reassurance and belonging, but most of all he was happy of the fact that he wasn't alone.