Though Mitch had said good night to Abel, he stayed on the terrace for a moment longer. He grabbed his Zippo lighter off of the railing and inspected it silently and solemnly. He looked at the emblem of the brown bear on the lighter base, going over it with his thumb. He looked up to the sky, as if searching for something in the clouds. Moments passed. Mitch sighed, and he put the lighter back into his wooden case. "I hope I make you proud." His words were barely audible.
After his moment of silence between himself and the sky, he ambled back inside and found himself any flat surface he could rest his bones on, which ended up being his own bed for tonight. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out for the foreseeable future.
After his moment of silence between himself and the sky, he ambled back inside and found himself any flat surface he could rest his bones on, which ended up being his own bed for tonight. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out for the foreseeable future.