Becca was sitting on the sofa when Michael came back in from outside. He looked at Becca and the sad expression on her face. Becca then looked at him. Lincoln went back outside to wait for Michael.
" I must of sounded like an idiot back there," Becca said.
Michael sat down next to her," Not at all," he told her," Don't talk about yourself that way. There's nothing wrong with expressing how you feel."
" Why do I feel like that there is?" Becca asked.
Michael then got up again.
" Only you can answer that," Michael told her," We have to go now."
Becca got up and followed Michael outside. At first she just stood there and did not move. Michael went to the car. Becca then ran up to him, hugging him from behind. Her grip was tight on him. Michael then made her let go.
" Hey," Michael told her," I don't know when I'll come back. I promise you I will."
" What if something happens to you?" Becca asked," I feel like I wil never see you again."
" Becca," Michael told her," You will."
" Michael," Lincoln said," We have to get going."
Michael shook his head and again looked at Becca.
" Pink is a good color on you," Michael told her," It brings out your eyes."
Becca tried to smile, but her heart was aching. Michael got into the car.
" Be careful," Becca said," I love you Michael."
Becca then went around to the other side.
" I hope you find what your looking for," Becca said.
Lincoln looked at her, she was a beauty.
" My brother is right," Lincoln told her," That is a good color on you."
Becca then did smile, but the tears began to stream from her eyes.
" Take care of yourself Becca," Michael told her.
Becca watched the car leave and she went back into the house and picked up the phone.
" It's me," Becca said," It's time. I don't care how you get here, just get here."
Becca then hung up the phone and picked up the bag she had and threw it into her car.
" Time to blow this popsicle stand," Becca said," Two can play this game."