a/n: okay, one shot, as the summary says. I can't say this is my best piece ever written, but I'm hoping for reviews and I hope you like it. Please note that it has been a while since I've read the Rider books, so if my facts are a little off, it is because of that (and they may be sketchy because I could not remember exactly what Horowitz said)
From the Diary of Sabina Pleasure
In Flight to America: March 17
I can't stop crying. The turbulence is atrocious on this jet, and I'm increasingly becoming unable to take the cramped space. But that is not the reason. It has only been a half hour since take off, but Alex did not come to see us off. It is hard to imagine that I may never see him again; I'm sure that we could mail each other, and the electronic sciences are coming very far along, and that we could still keep in touch, but I will miss him.
It is a sad that I never thought to ask him for a picture. We had taken many on our vacation to France, and on the many times we had gone out with friends, or to eat. I can picture his smile, but I know in time it will become foggy and I will not be able to remember anything about him. It worries me.
I have his phone number in mine. I now remember that; however, it is unfitting for me to call, seeing as he may be on a mission. That also makes me worry. If he was to be killed I believe I would die a little inside. He awakened something in me that I had been trying to hide. I liked the new me. I didn't want to go back, or go to being worse, than I was before I met him.
As I write this, I have thoughts about the first time we kissed; or should I say the first time I kissed him. He was lying in the spare bedroom in our house; France, I believe was the location. The moonlight bled through the cracks in the curtains, and I can remember how handsome he looked. His skin had been soft, and it was more than inviting, but I made myself leave before anything could happen, or he could say anything.
I can almost hear his voice as it was the day we went surfing, and he almost drowned. That had been a frightening day, but he had recovered quite quickly, and then was sent off on another mission.
I pray that he knows my thoughts will be filled with him every day until we are united once again. I will do everything in my power to make sure I see him again.
I must go now. Mother and Father are discussing something and I must help them decide.
Until then,
Sabina Pleasure