Inivisible string: A Sam and Nehemia story

Chapter 4

Nehemia

It had been months of working with the other immigrants before she got a new job and housing in a better part of the city. She had been lucky, finding a job at a weapons shop. Lucky because she was an immigrant who spoke only Ellywe and the Common Tongue, but it seemed that the old man understood enough of what she said since he gestured for her to come inside.

The shop was small, but it was full of weapons. The old man gestured to a young man inside the shop, drenched in sweat with a still-red ax in hand. Nehemia tried not to blush and looked around the shop to avoid looking at him.

"This is Sam, he is my apprentice. You will be in the shop helping customers," said Erend in the Common Tongue with a thick accent. "And this is Gwenyth," he said to Sam.

Sam just nodded, turned around, and continued working on the ax.

It turned out Sam wasn't really a man of many words, as he hadn't uttered one in front of her in the two weeks she had been working there. One especially hot night, Erend told them to go ahead and leave early and rest. Neither of them objected to that. After leaving the shop, she saw Sam a few buildings over, climbing to the roof and sitting there, probably to see the ocean or watch the people going about the town. Before she could think better of it, she was already climbing up beside him. She had no reason to do it; he didn't even acknowledge her when they were working, but she felt as if some thread was pulling her to him.

When Nehemia sat next to him, she expected him to at least look at her. What she didn't expect was for him to talk.

"You know, I sometimes miss home more than I wish. I miss the smell of the streets, the sounds of the people, the view of the city from any building..." He stopped, as if he hadn't meant to say anything.

Her answer came before she thought whether or not to do it. "I miss my home too, but I know I can't go back. People there... they wouldn't understand why I chose to leave."

After that, they didn't talk. They just stayed there, taking in the sounds, smells, and views of the city below them, until it got way too cold to stay, and they went their separate ways without even a wave to each other.

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Sorry this chapter took so long, had to re-read the TOG series to check some things and make it as close to the story as possible. 

From now on, chapters will be published every two weeks, let me know if you like it or not!