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The longest car ride of her life drained her of all the tears she had. She had trouble stopping herself from crashing the car. Her memories flashed in her mind. Everything that she has worked so hard to achieve has just been pointless. She wanted so desperately to finally stop running and just find a home. She was so close and the chance was robbed from her. Maybe she just wasn't meant to have that happy ending. Maybe she truly didn't deserve one.
Nikita stepped out of her car and pulled into a motel outside of New York City. She carried nothing into her room except for her body. She found it hard to take a single step. All hope and drops of happiness have been drained out of her and the reason to live has been covered by thick, dark clouds. She hasn't eaten in two days and she doesn't feel hungry. Maybe she is, but she doesn't want to feel hungry.
What's the point of living another day when there's nothing to look forward to tomorrow?
Nikita collapsed onto the bed. She was exhausted. She survived on no food and no sleep for the past two days. And to add onto her tiredness, she was sad. She felt depressed. She hasn't felt this kind of pain since… the last time she fell off the wagon. Her heart ached every second she breathed and she just wanted it to stop, but she knew it would never stop.
Suddenly, she felt a rush in her stomach. It was climbing up her throat quickly. She almost didn't make it to the bathroom. She had her head hovered over the toilet as she threw up. She was so confused. She hasn't eaten anything in the last couple days, how could she throw up when she had nothing to throw up? The most absurd idea ran through her head.
It can't be. No. No. No, not now. Was she pregnant?
Nikita flushed her puke away before running over to the bed. She picked up her phone. She looked at the date.
June 10, 2013
Her period should've came three weeks ago. She completely forgot about it since everything blew up in her face. She ran her hands through her hair as she fell onto the floor.
Shit.
Michael sat in his room for the last couple of days. He didn't leave. He didn't talk to anyone. The others tried to desperately get him to come out, to at least eat something. But he wouldn't budge. He laid in his bed and blankly stared at the photograph of Nikita and him in his hand. It was when he proposed to her. He let his tears fall and slide onto the picture.
She's gone.
Here he was in the room they were supposed to share. He was on the bed they weresupposed to share. Now he just laid in it, and it felt empty. Like the other side of the bed ran on for miles and she was all the way at the end. He turned to the side Nikita would sleep on and felt the sheets with the tip of his fingers.
God, how he missed her.
He closed his eyes and remembered when she laid there. He remembered how she would always tangle their feet together and run her hands through his hair. He remembered how she would always lay her head on his chest. He remembered how close they were and she would always tell him that she could feel his heartbeat pounding against her ear. He remembered how warm it felt when he held her in his arms. He remembered whispering sweet nothings in her ear and watching her sleep peacefully. He longed to have those moments back. He clutched onto the sheets as tears stained his pillow.
"Michael!" Birkhoff yelled.
Michael opened his eyes and was suddenly brought back to reality. She wasn't laying next to him. She wasn't there. She was gone. He didn't respond to Birkhoff.
"Michael!" This time it was Alex's voice. When they didn't hear anything, Birkhoff took his keys and opened the door. They found Michael on the bed holding onto a picture. His eyes were red and puffy and it looked like life had been drained out of him.
They slowly approached the bed. Alex sat at the edge of the bed, but Michael still didn't make a single movement. "Michael. You have to eat something. You still have to take care of yourself," Alex said in a soft voice.
Michael didn't move and didn't look at either of them. He was staring at the ceiling. "Why?" He snapped.
Alex sighed, "Because she needs something to come back to. Don't do this, she wouldn't want this."
Michael sat up abruptly and looked into Alex's eyes. "Why Alex? Why would she just leave like that?" His voice was pleading. Alex looked up to Birkhoff who was standing beside her. It broke their hearts to hear Michael like this.
Birkhoff put his hand on Michael's shoulder. "You know Nikki. She puts everyone else before herself. She just wanted to protect us." He felt bad for his friend. Michael was the closest person he had when he was in Division. He was always the strongest. The team leader and to see him like this was horrifying. "But don't worry! We'll find her and we won't stop until we do. I can promise you that," Birkhoff reassured.
Michael looked up at his friends. He was so thankful for them. He wouldn't know where he'd be without them… They saved his life. He was determined to find Nikita. He was not letting her go.
He will find her.
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