ShadowMaster953

Man its been a while. Between work and depression and loss of motivation... it hurts me to neglect my stories... Im sorry guys

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Veronica looked to him, observing. The light of the setting sun reflected off the Royal Metal he polished so carefully. Although his focus was on the metal, his mind was clearly someplace else.
          "What do you see," Milton broke the silence, "when you look out there?" he asked as he lifted his head. His gaze was now fixed on the endlessness before them, as they flew north.
          Following his gesture, Veronica looked out, taking in the sight of the sky kissing the ocean as the fire orange light of the sun blanketed them both. "More than I could back home," she finally answered him softly, "I can tell you that. It's nothing I've ever gotten the chance to see before." As she said that, she remembered that even off the highest buildings of the city, all she could see was the river that seemed to always be busy with trade ships, and the everlasting desert that had been divided by the trains that seemed to go everywhere and no where.
          "I wish I could experience that." He spoke again, "That feeling of seeing this for the first time. That exciting feeling of finding something new," the captain trailed off for a moment. He put the metal back into his pocket, then stood up straight again. "All i see is romanticized emptiness."

ShadowMaster953

Sorry I've stopped posting. Work has gotten crazy since the holidays. After the new year starts, ill be back on top of the story and hopefully we can get some real work done. Hopefully the small part from a future part makes up for my absence <3

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Rummaging through the desk, Veronica finds a weapon. It seemed different. Not like his usual choice. This one was simple. A six chamber magnum with a single bullet inside. As she looked it over, the door opened, startling her. Milton stood in the doorway with a haunting look of seriousness on his face.
          "I thought I told you not to come in here." He said with a low, somber voice.
          "What is this?" She asked him, referring to the gun. She knew what it was, but she wanted him to explain. He stood quiet for a moment before taking steps toward her.
          "I been alone for a long time. Sometimes I feel too long." He took the gun from her and placed it gently back in the desk, "I don't expect you to understand." He sat in his red leather chair and placed his arms on the desk, slouching as he watched her reaction.
          "That-" She spoke sharply, then paused. She was confused about how she felt. Angery, sad, hurt, attached to him yet wanting to go before she said something incorrectly. "You can't..." she said with a concerned voice. He stared at her before lighting his pipe and turning his chair away from her. She watched the smoke rise from the top of the chair, listening to him exhale. "I care about you... we all do." she said to him.
          "Please," His voice drew out, "Leave my room. I'll be out and if you like, we can speak more later." She stood there uncertain. She was afraid now that she knew what hid inside the desk. "Don't worry," he spoke as if he could read her thoughts, "I have no interest in using it." After a moment, she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. She rested against the wall outside the room, her hand on her chest. She could feel her heart pounding. She felt afraid for the man she grew so close to.