Post by Evie Perroy on Aug 24, 2010 11:13:43 GMT
Evie watched without speaking as Henry walked away. What could she say? Nothing that he would want to hear. Whilst she didn't agree with what he said, or this new hate filled mantra he seemed to have taken on, he was still the only other person who understood what Dante's loss meant. Sure Dante had had friends that would miss him, and the Prince would be feeling guilty, but they had been the two people who had cared for him the most. The feeling of loneliness and loss that Evie had so far kept at bay by working so hard came crashing down on her, almost like a physical punch in the stomach. She clutched the door frame, beginning to breathe deeply in an attempt to calm herself down.
One thing was for sure, she couldn't go back to work in this state. With her apron still tied around her waist, Evie left in the opposite direction to Henry, toward Dante's grave.
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One thing was for sure, she couldn't go back to work in this state. With her apron still tied around her waist, Evie left in the opposite direction to Henry, toward Dante's grave.
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