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2- Imprinting
"Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
I hope you had the time of your life. "
-Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), Greenday
Leah sat in the plane, impatiently drumming her hands on the book she'd brought along. Not that she liked reading, but it usually stopped her from thinking a lot, which she really needed at the moment, so she'd taken two or three books with her. She opened and closed the book a couple of times, trying to concentrate on the words running over the pages, but somehow, she couldn't read them. It took her a while to realise that she was holding the book upside down, and she hastily turned her book around, trying to continue reading. She would have been halfway through the book by now if the plane would just be in the air, which it should have been, oh, let me see, just about 20 minutes ago.
Except that the plane wouldn't start, goddamnit. Something didn't want to work. Maybe she'd brought along a wave of bad luck and they would all crash and die. She shook herself, sighing. What had she promised herself? That she would fine. Finefinefinefinefine, and she would keep that promise. Anyway, it was only 20 minutes- but she was still in Washington, and what if they found her? Well, she was probably worrying about nothing at all again, they probably hadn't even noticed she was gone. They must be having the time of their lives right now, partying and kissing their goddam loved ones. Their imprints. She briefly imagined Jacob kissing Renesmee, holding her tight in his warm arms, but pushed the thought away at the pain which was collecting itself in her belly. Well, who cared if they were having a good time? She'd left the Quilete Tribe and their leech friends behind, not to mention the confused little Renesmee, who couldn't even decide what she was, and good riddance to you too. Hope you have the time of your life. Time would heal all wounds, at least that was what people said.
The plane finally gave a whoosh and a brmm and started lifting itself into the skies. Leah blew little raspberries out of the window as she saw Washington disappear beneath her- good bye and good riddance! The guy sitting next to her was looking at her all funny, like she'd lost all her marbles. Well, who the hell gave a damn, anyway? It wasn't like she ever was gonna see him again, that stuck up little son of a bi- No, no, keep it calm, keep it cool, no calling people names today. She grinned a little too herself, finishing her sentence. Stuck up little son of a biscuit.
She smiled, opened up her book and started reading. Leave behind the old, start with the new. She was feeling good.
**
"Would you like anything to drink?" A steward was looking at her, motioning towards his cart of drinks. She nodded and managed to mumble for a cola, but her eyes never left him. Didn't leave that beautiful face, not for a second. She wanted to jump into his arms, hold him, to stay like that, forever and ever and ever. With him. He belonged to her, anyway. They belonged together, like two pieces of a puzzle.
He handed her the coke, shook his head when she offered him money, sent her a brilliant smile, and kept walking. So he was charming and kind, too. Good god, she hadn't- But she had. She'd imprinted. Just when she'd thought she was leaving it all behind, just when she was starting to feel good. Well, she was not going to run to him. She was most certainly not going to throw everything she knew and away and race up to him, to hold his strong arms and whisper that she loved him. She clutched the armrests tightly, because she was most certainly not about to give up everything and chase him. With a force she found quite amazing, she wrenched her face towards the window. Ah, look at that pretty sky, would you? Darn right perfect. Look at the sky, and forget all about him. He was an idiot, by the way. What the hell was a guy doing as a steward, anyway?
But he had been so kind… Shut up, shut up, shut up! And his smile, like a million sparkling diamonds- oh, damn that steward.
**
The plane had finally arrived, thank the Lord. The trip had been absolute hell. The damned steward had kept getting in the way- he'd introduced himself very nicely, told her he was called John, and asked her what her name was. She'd told him she was called Louise.
Every second of the journey, every bone, every muscle, no, every goddamn cell in her body had been crying, straining for him, and it had taken her full concentration, 24/7, to stop herself from flinging herself into his muscular strong arms, lean against that muscular, hard chest, and taste those wonderful lips. Every single inch of her mind had to be occupied by something, anything, other than him. And of course she hadn't slept. She'd tried too, in the beginning, but her dreams had been of him and she'd woken up screaming. She didn't try after that.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
Oh yes you can. You can kiss me and hold me and get down on one knee and ask me to marry you, and believe me, I will, I will, I will, I will.
"No, I'm fine."
She grabbed her bag, slung it around her shoulder, didn't return his bright, heart stopping smile, and walked out of the plane. Not, of course, that it was as easy as it sounds. Every step, every inch, every breath she took away from him felt like hell, and everything in her was screaming from him. She was close, so close to breaking down and turning to him, especially when he looked at her so helpfully, but she would not give in. She would not give in. And so, she managed to get out of the plane, walk to the baggage claim, and step outside into the dusty English air, before running and running and running, with no idea where she was going, because tears were blinding her, but she kept running, ignoring the shouts and the car honks, ignoring this thing of hers which felt like a million shards of ice but must be her heart, ignoring the fire which was burning her, burning her, burning her, until she was so far away she couldn't feel his presence anymore, and she sank onto a bench and cried herself to sleep.
No offence meant to any male stewards out there, by the way. XD. And also, I know the chapter's short again, and I'm sorry, but they should get longer further on. I think. XD. Please review!