Retrieval

Walking away from the room with his fallen friend, the man sat back to think. He remembered the look in her eyes, the way she had help herself, the manner in which she spoke. Yet despite this, he still had no clue as to what she was really feeling.

"Words are only a tool for a person to use for whatever purpose", he told himself, wishing desperately that he could believe that. But he couldn't, just as he couldn't deny the truth of her words.

Hunching over in thought, the man wondered how he could go about retrieving the lost soul of his friend, and re-kindle the fire that had made her such a good friend. But whatever senario he played out in his head, he couldn't see an answer. What ever way he turned, there was no safe option.

Doubt swirled in his head as he tried to figure out what caused the retreat. Was it as she said, that she was trying to protect herself? Or was she just scared to get too attached, in case she had to leave them. It might have even been both

Cursing his own inability to help his friend, the man felt despair well up inside him, giving him a chill.

Getting up from where he had been hunching, he turned around, then gave a start. A friend, obviously concerned about him, had some over to offer help. Though there was nothing physically that could be done at the moment, the gesture of kindness filled his heart with a sudden surge of heat, banishing the cold tentacles of hopelessness.

Though the way might not be easy, to give someone that feeling of warmth again, that had to be worth it. He set out, trying to work out how to Retrieve his friend...