Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 5, 2012 0:58:57 GMT -5
Watching everyone go their separate ways, he smiled at Marissa. "Come on, baby, I'm exhausted." He turned and picked up one of the silver boxes, Marissa picking up the other. The doggen kept a respectable distance, waiting patiently to clean up. He nodded to Fritz, thanking him for working so hard to get this set up. Taking Marissa's hand, he led her toward the Pit. Hoping that now he could finally get some of the rest he'd been missing the last week. Maybe now that the ceremony was over, he had enough closure to start moving on. Neal would always be in his thoughts, but maybe the pain would start to ease. Pulling Marissa closer to him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I love you, sweetheart. Forever."
