I KNOW I CAN'T SPELL!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry I have a spelling disability, leave
me alone. Again as I've said in my bio, I'm lucking I can spell I'm. So we
can all stop with the you spelled whatever wrong reviews. And I like only
using ' and not " for talking. It takes less time to write the story. This
is the second to last chapter!
Numair's Angel
Together forever:
Daine ran down the steps into the front room. Numair was standing there looking falsely ashamed of himself. There was an old women standing in front of him telling him that it was rude and improper to yell for his father. Daine smiled and slowed down to a walk.
'Yes grandmother.' He murmured.
'Now, what do you want from your father.' She asked.
'Nothing anymore,' he said as he looked up. Numair walked over to the stairs. Daine was already to one of the last steps. She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. 'Diane.' He whispered. He entangled his fingers in her hair and rested his head against her's.
'Arram,' the old women scolded, 'stand up straight.' Numair obeyed.
'Hello my son' Numair's father said. Numair barley looked up to look at him.
'Hello father.'
(Numair's point of view!)
Numair wrapped his arms around his wife. She was so cold. She didn't have her soft skin or hair. And even though everyone else had grayish skin, her's was dead white. His heart shattered at the thought that she wouldn't be able to go back with him. He would die with out her. And taking his own life to be with her here wouldn't bother him. He would give up anything for her, even if that was his own life. Suddenly he felt a small pull at his body. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was standing in the living room of the tower. Numair ran up stairs. As he got to their bedroom door he heard a small groan. He pushed back the door and saw Daine sit up.
'Sh,' he said sitting next to her, 'lay back down. Nothing's going to happen.
Daine obeyed gratefully. She was asleep instantly. Numair took one of her hands and pressed it against his cheek. Numair swore to himself that no danger would ever come to her again.
For the next four hours Numair sat there holding her hand while she slept. He would never let go. No one could ever make him.
Numair's Angel
Together forever:
Daine ran down the steps into the front room. Numair was standing there looking falsely ashamed of himself. There was an old women standing in front of him telling him that it was rude and improper to yell for his father. Daine smiled and slowed down to a walk.
'Yes grandmother.' He murmured.
'Now, what do you want from your father.' She asked.
'Nothing anymore,' he said as he looked up. Numair walked over to the stairs. Daine was already to one of the last steps. She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. 'Diane.' He whispered. He entangled his fingers in her hair and rested his head against her's.
'Arram,' the old women scolded, 'stand up straight.' Numair obeyed.
'Hello my son' Numair's father said. Numair barley looked up to look at him.
'Hello father.'
(Numair's point of view!)
Numair wrapped his arms around his wife. She was so cold. She didn't have her soft skin or hair. And even though everyone else had grayish skin, her's was dead white. His heart shattered at the thought that she wouldn't be able to go back with him. He would die with out her. And taking his own life to be with her here wouldn't bother him. He would give up anything for her, even if that was his own life. Suddenly he felt a small pull at his body. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was standing in the living room of the tower. Numair ran up stairs. As he got to their bedroom door he heard a small groan. He pushed back the door and saw Daine sit up.
'Sh,' he said sitting next to her, 'lay back down. Nothing's going to happen.
Daine obeyed gratefully. She was asleep instantly. Numair took one of her hands and pressed it against his cheek. Numair swore to himself that no danger would ever come to her again.
For the next four hours Numair sat there holding her hand while she slept. He would never let go. No one could ever make him.