TROD 2: Fathers of Darkness Ch. 9 -END-The sun was rising up over the horizon, stretching its rays over the quiet landscape in the chill of the morning. The wind blew softly, and the grass was damp with the early morning dew. Birds were not even awake yet to sing their sweet melodies, and the night animals were off to sleep the day away. The stillness of the earliest dawn was both breathtakingly beautiful, and eerie.TROD 2: Fathers of Darkness Ch. 9 -END- by EggnBaconSammich
It should be raining, Romando thought as he sat on the edge of the balcony off his bedroom. He was clutching the small piece of rounded blue glass from the broken vase. It should at least be overcast.
He sat up on the edge of the balustrade and hung his legs off the edge, facing the sunrise. He had not slept well at all; if he even fell asleep it was a short, dreamless sleep. He had spent most of the night pacing in his bedroom, restless and uneasy. He had felt the vast emptiness of the bed, and unwilling to spend the rest of the night with the constant reminder that his wife wasn't coming back to