[ At some point in the afternoon, just as Matt's last breath leaves his body, a small golden light appears in his room. It's about the size of a marble, and instantly, it flutters through the air as if on an errand it knows well. Walls and locked doors are no impediment to it, as it isn't strictly solid, and it leaves no trace behind it.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Gideon. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
delivery.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Gideon. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
I wish I had kissed you.
Matt