(part 37, chapter 6)
Chapter 6: Of Death And Sorrow....
Tabitha remained on the ground, weeping at her friend's demise a few moments ago.
had been watching the whole thing, almost indignant that The Illustrator was dead. Sammy
Gibb knew he wasn't really learned in things like Tabitha, he was slightly bitter at what he thought was "special treatment" but he admired her for a whole lot of other things as well.
walked over to Tabitha and gently knelt beside her, glancing over at the dead body of their mentor and once dear friend.
was a caring fellow, really he was, but he was a child whom had not learnt how to cry at such morbid things that appeared to shock him so.
"He 'as a good un," muttered Sammy
, slightly abashed at the sound of his own voice.
He was not fully aware of how quiet everything was until he had spoken, besides the sobs of the crying Tabitha.
Tabitha slowly stood up, brushing the tears from her face. She could cry all she wanted, but she had lived through rough things worse then this, she could get through this as well.
She noticed Sammy
glance up at her, his pitiful form seemed somewhat shrivelled but that was due to the angle she was looking at him.
She did not pity Sammy
, he was like her sure, but every orphan looked out for himself or herself. That was the way of the streets.
(to be continued...)