Dante slowly walked along the beach. At first he couldn't remember what had dragged him out of bed so early this morning. Then he remember that it was because he was thinking of her all night, of them. Taking in a deep breath he slowly let it out. What was wrong with him?
It was like ever since he had meet Evie at the restaurant everything had been turned on its head. It really couldn't be her, it was impossible. After so many years of mourning he had just only recently been able to let it go, and now this. Running a shaky hand through his hair he scooped up a few stones from the snow covered ground. Turning he looked out across the tossing white capes.
Staring as if doing so would somehow reveal some hidden answer.He looked at the stones in his hands. It was said that many people would toss stone into the waters here while making a wish. He wondered if it was true, if any of those wishes came true. Dante looked through the stone carefully.
Apart of him knew it was utterly foolish yet another mush deeper part of him hoped against hope that it was true. Finding a stone that seemed appropriate he let the others fall from his hand.
"Please, I really wish to know if it really is her or if my memories of my past are merely toying with me," Dante murmured. His voice almost inaudible over the sounds of the waves. Cocking his arm back he threw the stone as far as he could out across the water.
Dante shoved his hand in his pocket watching the splash that was almost imperceptible among the waves.
She's not Emma Dante, she's not, Sharp growled.
Dante continued to stare out across the waves feeling almost haunted "and yet I can't help but feel there's something more to this."
It was like ever since he had meet Evie at the restaurant everything had been turned on its head. It really couldn't be her, it was impossible. After so many years of mourning he had just only recently been able to let it go, and now this. Running a shaky hand through his hair he scooped up a few stones from the snow covered ground. Turning he looked out across the tossing white capes.
Staring as if doing so would somehow reveal some hidden answer.He looked at the stones in his hands. It was said that many people would toss stone into the waters here while making a wish. He wondered if it was true, if any of those wishes came true. Dante looked through the stone carefully.
Apart of him knew it was utterly foolish yet another mush deeper part of him hoped against hope that it was true. Finding a stone that seemed appropriate he let the others fall from his hand.
"Please, I really wish to know if it really is her or if my memories of my past are merely toying with me," Dante murmured. His voice almost inaudible over the sounds of the waves. Cocking his arm back he threw the stone as far as he could out across the water.
Dante shoved his hand in his pocket watching the splash that was almost imperceptible among the waves.
She's not Emma Dante, she's not, Sharp growled.
Dante continued to stare out across the waves feeling almost haunted "and yet I can't help but feel there's something more to this."