Remembering
Characters: Stringfellow Hawke
Category: gen Warning: angst
Challenge: # 10 Faith Word Count: 100
"No matter what, I won't forget," the dark-haired figure promised, staring out intot the sunset. Fingers of color - red, aqua, violet, and orange decorated the clouds and were reflected on the lake's surface. His eyes dark with pain, he slowly drew his bow across the cello's string. It was his brother's favorite time of day, sunset. The soft, haunting notes of the lament were from a piece Saint John had laughingly said was the perfect memorial for an active day. Unnoticed a tear slowly traced its way down a taut cheek. His voice harsh, String whispered, "Happy Birthday, St. John."