Ok, here is the next part to the story. Im sorry that it is so short but I
couldn't think of a different way to end the chapter. I want to thank my
ONE reviewer, Lauren, thank you very much. Your review meant a lot to me!
To everyone else, PLEASE review! Thankies!
They knew this day would come. They had spent hours talking and comforting one another, allowing each other time for the appalling truth to sink in.
"Gordo, please, don't go and get the mail! Pretend we forgot, we didn't have the time, we went and visited someone, anything!" Elizabeth pleaded, holding onto Gordo's sleeve with such force that her knuckles were turning white, a shade that matched her horrified face.
"Honey," he sighed, not from frustration, but from the fear that had building up inside of him, "we did that yesterday, remember? I have to go, if I don't, both of us will be in deep trouble. It is an obligation. Though I am not happy with it, I have to go. You have to understand." He felt horrible as he looked into her eyes that were bloodshot from her tears. She was going through so much torment over this.
"You know what? Why don't we go down together, you can keep me company? What do you say?"
"Alright," Elizabeth squeaked, ready to unleash a fresh batch of tears any second. "Don't forget your coat, I don't want you to catch a cold."
With that said, they set out. The trip down was anything but a giddy one. It seemed more like a funeral procession then anything else. Elizabeth kept her head down the entire time, her golden tresses covering her tear stained face. Gordo remained silent as well, in fear of saying something that would send Elizabeth bolting back to their home. He simply kept his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back, giving it random pats, urging her to keep moving.
Finally making it to their destination, Elizabeth turned towards Gordo, "I love you," she whispered, cupping his strong chin in her own delicate fingers. Her declaration had held such passion and faith that it had seemed as though it was a wish. Almost like if she loved him enough, their passion would keep the letter from coming.
Ben looked up from the counter when he heard the couple step in. He looked very tense, very worried. His eyes that once held such vibrancy and joy now looked tired, dull and reflected his old age.
"Mail." Gordo simply said, it was obvious that his heart was aching.
Ben solemnly nodded and began looking for the Gordon's box.
"Take care of yourself. Ok? We want you to come back very soon." Ben said as he handed over the single envelope with David's name on it.
Elizabeth stood in silence, but not from shock. She knew this day would come.
Gordo took a deep breath and forced the air back through his nostrils as he shakily ripped open the envelope. Skimming the contents, he looked up at his wife and wearily nodded his head.
He had been summoned.
Well? What do you think? Please review!! Thankies!
They knew this day would come. They had spent hours talking and comforting one another, allowing each other time for the appalling truth to sink in.
"Gordo, please, don't go and get the mail! Pretend we forgot, we didn't have the time, we went and visited someone, anything!" Elizabeth pleaded, holding onto Gordo's sleeve with such force that her knuckles were turning white, a shade that matched her horrified face.
"Honey," he sighed, not from frustration, but from the fear that had building up inside of him, "we did that yesterday, remember? I have to go, if I don't, both of us will be in deep trouble. It is an obligation. Though I am not happy with it, I have to go. You have to understand." He felt horrible as he looked into her eyes that were bloodshot from her tears. She was going through so much torment over this.
"You know what? Why don't we go down together, you can keep me company? What do you say?"
"Alright," Elizabeth squeaked, ready to unleash a fresh batch of tears any second. "Don't forget your coat, I don't want you to catch a cold."
With that said, they set out. The trip down was anything but a giddy one. It seemed more like a funeral procession then anything else. Elizabeth kept her head down the entire time, her golden tresses covering her tear stained face. Gordo remained silent as well, in fear of saying something that would send Elizabeth bolting back to their home. He simply kept his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back, giving it random pats, urging her to keep moving.
Finally making it to their destination, Elizabeth turned towards Gordo, "I love you," she whispered, cupping his strong chin in her own delicate fingers. Her declaration had held such passion and faith that it had seemed as though it was a wish. Almost like if she loved him enough, their passion would keep the letter from coming.
Ben looked up from the counter when he heard the couple step in. He looked very tense, very worried. His eyes that once held such vibrancy and joy now looked tired, dull and reflected his old age.
"Mail." Gordo simply said, it was obvious that his heart was aching.
Ben solemnly nodded and began looking for the Gordon's box.
"Take care of yourself. Ok? We want you to come back very soon." Ben said as he handed over the single envelope with David's name on it.
Elizabeth stood in silence, but not from shock. She knew this day would come.
Gordo took a deep breath and forced the air back through his nostrils as he shakily ripped open the envelope. Skimming the contents, he looked up at his wife and wearily nodded his head.
He had been summoned.
Well? What do you think? Please review!! Thankies!