They decided to go for a walk to a nearby lake. Two days passed and just as he had said he met with her. She took his hand and touched it to her face. Hobo reached out and touched her blonde hair. "Okay, how about the next day?" She smiled as she asked. "No "Hobo said "There's something I have to do." "Wait do I get to see you tomorrow?" C.C. The people that were still there were by themselves. looked up and noticed most of the people had left the park and it was very quiet. Hobo shook is head "I don't wanna talk about it."Īs the two talked C.C. "I have duties I take care of to prevent something bad from happening." Hobo looked at the ground and kicked a rock. "Well what is this purpose you keep mentioning?" C.C.
Hobo heart full#
When the two arrived at the park it was full of people running about playing football, throwing frisbees and playing on the equipment. The scruffy dog picked up a bone and chased after them. Hobo followed reluctantly as he pulled his hood closer to his face. Hobo followed "Will there be people there?" Anything is better than sitting here." C.C. Now lets go do something besides sit in this alley." C.C. "You actually came back?" He asked with a smile. He looked up and saw her and his heartbeat began to quicken. When she rounded the corner he was sitting there on his milk crate. continued her walk home but not before looking over her shoulder one last time to inspect the mysterious boy.
Of course." said Hobo Heart with a smile.Ĭ.C. You'll be here tomorrow so I can see you right?" asked C.C. "And now that you have a name, you and I can be friends." "That's your name! The boy who's heart has no home. My heart has no place to call home and you have made it feel 's never felt anything before." the boy said. was startled "Why couldn't your heart take it? You just met me." "Never be sad! My heart couldn't take it."Ĭ.C. "NO!" as he reached out and grabbed her arm. said before being interrupted by the boy. "The only person who has ever called me anything was my creator and he only calls me gemebrling." He said with hesitation. "I don't think you'd want to know." He said as his eyes seemed to dim. I was created to serve a purpose." Replied the boy. She fumbled and stuttered for words "Yuu your eyes. She became disoriented and had to shake her head to clear her thoughts. They were bright blue and appeared to illuminate at certain angles. She quickly dismissed the skull when her eyes met his. She attempted to smear what she had thought to be paint, but realized that it was his skin. She reached out and placed a timid hand upon his cheek. turned to look at the boy's face so she could inspect the skull. I've never met anyone that's been happy before."Ĭ.C. Its a little late for Halloween ya know." Maybe if you didn't have a skull on your face people would be in a better mood around you. "I don't know, everyone I meet is sad." Replied the boy.Ĭ.C. giggled as she pet the dog "Why would I be sad?" said a little surprised "Is he your dog?" He was tall and lanky with white hair, crystal blue eyes, and a skull that seemed to be painted on his face.
He was wearing a grey hoodie and dirty jeans. When she turned the corner she saw the dog chewing on the bone at the feet of a boy sitting on a milk crate. The girl followed "Hey, don't I at least get to pet you?" pried it lose and the dog snatched it up and darted away, toward the alley. "Hey little guy whatcha after?" she crouched down and saw a bone stuck in a crack.Ĭ.C. She had just a few more blocks till she was home.Īs she walked along she saw a small scruffy dog pawing at something in the gutter. rolled her eyes "She probably skipped and went to the lake with Glen."Įlizabeth laughed "You're probably right. I can't believe Britany didn't show again today. said as the two strode along.Įlizabeth smiled "Thanks for joining me this way. "It was nice walking this way for a change." C.C. and her friend Elizabeth walked home from school. Like most winter afternoons it was overcast, cloudy with a bit of rain, the wind blew and the leaves rustled on the sidewalk as C.C.
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