“Eamon, you have a quest”
A quest? Was the least person he expected. He was never visited, everyone had completely forgotten about him when he was sentenced to prison. Now having a quest sounds strange to him. Nonetheless, he followed the officer to the visitor room. With the thought of who the quest was.
“Eamon!” Dixon called. Engaging him in a hug immediately he came out. He took a few seconds before he hugged him back.
Eamon sniffs, his hands tightened around him.
“I miss you so much Dixon. And am very happy right now, seeing you again.”
Dixon pulled away, with his hands still on his shoulders.
“You’re my only hope Dixon, the only one I leaned on.”
“Let’s have a seat.”
They sat down. But still held hands across the table. Saying nothing for a while, just staring at thems
