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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 17:45:25 GMT -5
She wiped at her face with a damp towel, sighing in frustration and fighting against tears as wave after wave after wave of nausea and self hatred flowed through her body. Why couldn't she be healthy? All she wanted was to have a normal life, be happy, live her life without worry. But now that wouldn't happen. Because she was dying.
That was the elephant in the room with her and Nahuel now; he didn't want to talk about the fact that she was dying. He just wanted to keep lavishing her with gifts and make her laugh. She didn't feel like laughing anymore.
She sighed and tossed the towel in the hamper beside the toilet; she let out another sigh when it bounced off and landed by the trashcan, knocking it over and spilling a couple of pieces of paper onto the ground. Leaning down she grabbed a piece and frowned; it looked familiar. She opened it up and felt her heart drop into her chest. Had he read her diary?!
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 17:52:26 GMT -5
~2 hours later~
"That's all, Mr. Zyanya. Have a safe trip."
He nodded and smiled at the man who helped him load up the jet. Next stop: Paris. Their final journey of the trip. She had no idea where they were going. She put on a brave face for him, but he smelled the sickness growing on her. She was...dying. It wouldn't be long now. A couple weeks...if that. He only hoped his offer was enough.
He smiled when she entered the plane, frowning quickly when he saw her face. <Is...everything okay?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 18:01:18 GMT -5
Was everything okay? No. It wasn't. Not in the least. He had betrayed her trust by going into her personal things, reading her private thoughts. She shook her head.
"No, it's not okay Nahuel," was all she said while moving over towards her seat.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 18:05:46 GMT -5
His heart felt as if it had plummeted at her words. <Have I...upset you? Are you sick? What is it?> He moved slowly over to where she sat and got to his knees before her. He was afraid to touch her, she seemed angry. Was it at him?
"Take off is in five, you'll need to buckle up Mr. Zyanya."
He ignored the pilot. <Talk to me, Alena. Please?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 18:09:11 GMT -5
She shook her head again, fighting against a multitude of things; anger, nausea, frustration, sadness, worry. So many emotions that she felt that she might burst any minute. So she turned her head, sticking with her plan to say what she felt when she felt it.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the wadded up piece of paper and held it out to him, her eyes staring into his. "Why were you looking in my diary?"
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 18:13:35 GMT -5
He furrowed his brows and looked at the paper she presented, hearing her question. <Your...your diary?> He felt himself redden and closed his eyes. It was her personal thoughts, her diary, a journal. How could he not have realized that? He ran a hand over his face and sighed, dropping his hand to look up at her. <Alena, you have to believe that I did not realize that is what it was. I cannot tell you how sorry I am to have read your personal thoughts, your privacy...I took it and I can never tell you enough how sorry I am.> He felt horrible. He stood and moved to his own seat to strap himself in as the plane began to take off. <If you wish for me to take you home, I can. I will. Whatever makes you happy.> He couldn't look at her, he felt so ashamed of what he'd done. She would never accept his offer now. It was over. |
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 18:21:43 GMT -5
She sighed, shaking her head. She knew he wasn't exactly used to the customs here, and she really didn't like the thought of him being upset at her, or her being upset at him.
"I don't want to go home, Nahuel. I don't have a home to go to," she said softly before letting out a tired sigh. "Just... I wish you hadn't done it. Those were private. Please don't get into my stuff again, okay?" She looked at him, her eyes weary and tired. She wanted to sleep now, for a long time.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 18:40:58 GMT -5
He looked at her when she started to speak and nodded. <I promise you I will never do it again. I saw the list you were working on and assumed it was what you wanted. Things that would make you happy. There were a few things Carlisle insisted I not do, too hazardous to your health. His words not mine.>
He looked down at her hand on the arm rest and placed his above hers, looking back at her. <I did not mean to invade your privacy. I just wanted to see you smile.>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 18:47:46 GMT -5
She nodded, then smiled as she turned her hand over and let their fingers link together. There wasn't time to be upset at him.
"They are things I want to do. It's called a bucket list. It's a list of things that a person wants to do before they die," she said still smiling. "You've made a lot of them come true. I guess now I know how you knew what they all were." She smirked at him and gripped his hand tighter.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 18:50:42 GMT -5
He smiled more, listening to her words. Her soft hand linked with his made him happy. <I am happy I got to do that for you. There is one left on the list, but let's save that for a surprise. I see how tired you are, why don't you sleep until we reach the destination.> He unbuckled the seat belt and stood now that they were high in altitude. He hovered over her as he tried to find the lever to recline the seat for her to be comfortable. <Almost there...> He tugged it and she fell back quicker than he wanted, causing him to fall too. He caught himself and chuckled, his cheeks reddening. <Sorry...> |
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 18:55:39 GMT -5
She laughed, then squealed,as she was thrown backwards. He never ceased to make her laugh.
"It's fine, really. These things are tricky," she said while reaching down to grab the lever herself and getting it settled in the right position. "Any chance you have a blanket around somewhere?" She was getting chilly; seemed to happen a lot when she was sleepy. A yawn slipped through her lips and she laid her head back, eyes fluttering tiredly.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 18, 2013 19:00:08 GMT -5
He smiled sheepishly and nodded. As she adjusted the seat, he grabbed a thick blanket and turned just as she asked about one. <Of course...> He grinned and covered her, then leaned in to kiss her forehead.
<Rest, then when you wake...I will make sure a smile never leaves your face.>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 18, 2013 19:09:18 GMT -5
She snuggled into the blanket, smiling happily when his lips pressed against her forehead; it didn't take long for her to fall asleep, and when she did... for once, she was greeted by happy dreams, Nahuel by her side to scare away all the things that went bump in the night.
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