"Please speak to me, Gab..." he hadbeen kneeling in front of her for a good couple of hours now.
She had been mute since she fainted in grief after doing her best to revive her father when he took his last breath.
An overnight had pass. Gabriel Davis' second night of wake is now being held in the Westminster chapel, and here they are, in his old room... deafening themselves with the silence between them.
Gabrielle's eyes were red and sore because of the tears that doesn't seem to run dry from them. At least now, she isn't crying. She is just mutely staring at nothing as she embraces the picture frame on top of her father's side table. A picture if a beautiful girl with brunette curly hair sitting on a smiling
middle aged gentleman whose face shows nothing but gladness as he holds the s
