"So now what?" Duke asked.
Wildwing carefully laid Dive across the couch and looked at his teammates. "I have to go take care of something. I'll be right back. Can you two keep an eye on him for me?"
"Sure."
"All right."
Wildwing left to go to his room. He went straight to the closet and pulled out one of his chest armor. He looked at the armor and sighed heavily. "I guess it's time to throw this out."
"Finally letting go?"
Wildwing turned around to find Duke standing behind him. Wing placed his finger through the hole in the chest plate and wiggled his finger. "I think it's best."
"So why were you keeping it?" Duke asked as he gestured toward the armor.
"Souvenir?" Wing shrugged.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"In his interest no. I think he's suffered enough. Let's just let him think that it was a bad dream so we can leave this all behind us and make the best of what we have."
The End.
By my grandfather's bed, my mother is reading
Psalm 62- God is our refuge.
My grandfather stirs, could it be he is waking
One final time- he has something to say.
If you only knew what lies awaiting,
If only you could see what I can see
If you could only hear the music playing,
The angels singing, sweet victory
Oh, if you only knew,
If you only knew how much He loves you.
By my grandfather's bed, my mamma is broken
Psalm 17- O God I call on you
She doesn't want to hear any words about leaving
My grandfather says, "Fear not, this is my time
And into his presence I'll fly."
If you only knew what lies awaiting,
If only you could see what I can see
If you could only hear the music playing,
The angels singing, sweet victory
Oh, if you only knew,
If you only knew how much He loves you.
Okay I'm done. Finally I'm done. You'll have to excuse me as I wipe my eyes. This took forever to write because I was constantly breaking down into tears. Stupid emotions!
For my final disclaimers: One More Day' is owned by Diamond Rio, No Place That Far' is owned by Sara Evans, Where Would You Be' is owned by Martina McBride, Tell Me I Was Dreaming' is owned by Travis Tritt, and I said before the lullaby is mine. The music is a lot better then the words, but I don't have a computer program to translate music. If I did I would have posted the music along with the lyrics. (So you know I wrote the music and the words to the lullaby. Some people only write one or the other, but in this case I wrote both. I actually have another song I wrote, but my best friend is going to be writing the words to the music. That is if I she gets around to it before I do.) (Another side note about the lullaby, I had written the song for another story, but I found that it fit nicely into this one as well. Please tell me what you think of the lullaby.) Well I hope you enjoyed this little story and cried your eyes out with me. I really have to stop torturing Wing. I promise I'll try to torture the others soon.
Guess what great news. No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers; dirty looks! Yup, I'm out for the summer. Tons of free time here I come. Look out garage door you're mine! (Maybe I'll be able to hammer a few holes through it with hockey pucks this summer =P).
