Chapter Eleven: Passing
Both of them knew it was happening; Digby was going gray. Ned wished it wasn't happening, he thought his touch froze people wear they were, apparently not. Digby was 22 years 3 months 28 days and 45 minutes old, and he wasn't getting any older.
The Piemaker and the girl named Chuck walked into their shared apartment happy and tired from a night of dancing. The happiness quickly melted away when they same Digby's limp body lying on the floor.
"Digby?" Ned chocked. "Digby get up!" His beloved companion of many years lay still.
"Ned," Chuck whispered. "He died, that means things you touch age." She sadly smiled, "That means that I'll get old with you."
"It always made me happy that you wouldn't age," Ned cried stroking Digby's fur. "He won't come back, I guess I can only wake up something once." He laid down and touched Digby for the first time in years, he had forgotten how soft his fur was.
"Well, it didn't make me happy," Chuck knelt down. "I sometimes have nightmares that your old and dying and I'm young still, and I can't do anything about it." She shook her head. "It's a good thing, even if poor Digby is dead... forever."
Ned put his face onto Digby a cried. He sat there for 20 minutes and 14 seconds, with the girl he loved, the girl he was going to marry, and the girl, sadly, that he couldn't touch.
"Well," Chuck said. "We better go to bed, after all we are announcing our engagement tomorrow, I don't know how everybody is going to react." The couple tiredly trumped off to their bedroom.
Yah.. that chapter was pathetic, sorry 'bout that, but I did put links to ball dresses and Chuck's ring on my profile.