Chapter 7: Moscow

The long flight over to Moscow was just what I needed to get back my beauty sleep. Living on a plane for two weeks is exhausting.

Flashback

The bar is filled with men and women, dancing to the latin beat. It's a typical bar in the Turks and Caicos island. Everyone is having a good day. Enjoying the evening.

Carpe Diem!

"You're here." Kevin says grinning.

I turn around, letting my pink dress flow in the air, "Yes."

"You want a drink?"

"A cosmopolitan would be lovely."

"I'll get you a Tequila shot instead." he says with a smirk.

I smile, "That sounds fine as well."

"Follow me, I'd like you to meet some people." he says, taking my hand. The latin music makes me want to dance, it makes me want to feel alive again. It also makes me remember.

"Gabriella, this is Francesco." Kevin says, introducing me to an Italian man with dark brown hair and eyes.

I shake hands with him, "Nice to meet you."

"How long are you staying?" Francesco asks me in a clear Italian accent.

"I'll get your drink." Kevin says into my ear before he leaves us alone.

"Only this night."

"Are you flying back home?"

I shake my head, "No. I'm flying to Moscow. My last destination before I can go home."

"Moscow? What are your plans in Russia?"

I shrugg, "To remember and let go."

He looks confused at me, before we hear an Italian woman calling his name.

She slaps him right away, before she starts yelling at him in Italian. Luckily the two months I have spent with Troy in the Tuscany, has taught me enough Italian that I am able to understand and answer her - or apologize.

"How dare you betray me, you fucking bastard!" she yells at him, emphasizing her word with great gestures.
"We were just talking! What do you except from me?! To shut my mouth whenever a beautifull woman is talking to me?!"

"All women are beautifull to you! Tell me why you have to flirt with every fucking woman you ever met?!"

"Darling I-"

"It wasn't his fault." I answer in perfect Italian.

The brunette woman looks at me, her eyes are furious.

"Kevin introduced us. He's at the bar to get us something to drink. We just talked. Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened, you say?! I see how he looks at you!" she screams back at me. "How he undresses you with his eyes!"

Luckily the music is so loud that no one hears her freaking out.

I hold up my hand, "I'm here with my husband."

"Kevin's your husband?!" she asks me confused.

"No, my husband is coming a little later. He has to work." I lie.

She calms down immediately. "You better not be flirting with her again, Francesco!" she threatens her boyfriend.

"I promise."

End of Flashback

I look out of the window, staring right at the Red Square in Moscow. The Saint Basil's Cathedral is shining back at me. In my hands, I play with the last envelope. I take a deep breath before I open the envelope. As always, I get out the photo before I read the letter.

It's a picture of Troy, Alexis at the age of sixteen, her boyfriend Lucas and me. Shot right where I am standing. It's New Year's Eve. Fireworks are sparkling in the background. We all smile into the camera. It's our last vacation before his death.

Flashback

"Thank you. It looks delicious." Troy says in fluent Russian to the waitress, who is bringing us something to eat. A typical Russian meal: Pelmeni and Pirozhki which are both filled with meat.

Of course the waitress is blushing as soon as he locks eyes with her. Although we have grown older, the effect Troy has on women has not disappeared. If anything it grew.

I can't help but feel jealousy making it's way into my heart as I put my hair into a messy bun. Although the new year has already started in Russia, no one is thinking of stop partying. At two a.m. the sky is still filled with fireworks.

Troy closes the front door of the suite in the most expensive hotel in whole Russia. Then he turns around, revealing his beautifull face.

I walk over to him in a fast speed, feeling my pulse rising with every single step I take.

"Gabrie-" I shut him off with a passionate kiss, pressing his body against the wooden front door. He returns my kiss without protest, knowing exactly what I like. His hands move under my lace top, touching my bare skin on the back.

I let go, "I want another child. A child with you. From you. I want another baby."

He smiles softly at me before he fondles my cheek, "I still don't understand why we had to order something from the roomservice now."

I let my hands glide down his muscular upper body, "Because you will be hungry when I am done with you."

"Is that a promise, Mrs. Bolton?" he asks me as I unbutton his jeans.

I look up into his turqouise, sparkling eyes. "Oh yes, it is Mr. Bolton." I say before he kisses me passionately.

He pulls my body closer to his, letting my hips rub against his errection. "Sixteen years of marriage and you still make me go crazy by just being in the same room with me, Mrs. Bolton. I still don't know how you do it."

"You still have the same effect on me, Mr. Bolton." I say in a whisper tone before he picks me up.

"I am so glad that we have this suite to ourselves." he says before he starts kissing my neck.

"And I can't believe you let them take a suite for themselves."

"I trust our daughter. And I trust Lucas." he says into my eyes, "I see them in us. And if only I could have had you at the age of seventeen... It would have saved me so much strength to look for you. So many wrong paths..."

"You have me now and I'm not going anywhere." I say before I kiss him softly.

End of Flashback

It's the first time I nearly feel his hands on my body again. The first time I feel his presence in the room. The first time I have the feeling he is gone but yet here.

It's a feeling I will have my whole life. A life without him.

I get out the letter and open it slowly. The last letter. At least the last letter which is connected to a memory.

You still have me and I'm not going anywhere as well, Ella. I'm right in your heart.

Forever yours,

Troy Bolton

Tears start rolling down my cheeks. Emotions I am not able to control anymore start building deep, deep inside of me. This is it. His last message. The last time I will have contact with him. My last trip with him.

I flip the letter over, as if I knew that this was not his entire message.

Your next flight will bring you home. Home to your family.

Home to where it all started.

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Xoxo Nic