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I got on the first flight back to Paris. It had been two and a half weeks. A very long, excruciating and boring two and a half weeks. I went back to school, and graduated with high honors. Now I was waiting to get employed, but it would never be the same as being an architect for the dream world. I realized how this business could kill you. It was addicting. And Arthur didn't want me to be in it. He was already hooked.
Arthur. Just hearing his name made me shiver. And miss him even more.
I tried not to think about him. But what if I would never hear from or see him again? Just the thought of that made me want to throw up. Gross.
I looked at the clock, practically the whole day. There was nothing better to do. Now that I graduated, I realized that school was what took up most of the time in my life. My friends were all on vacation. They'd offered for me to come with them, but what if Arthur came here, looking for me? And if I wasn't here… I didn't even think about that.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
I was going insane. The clicks of the clock seemed to linger in my brain. I started shaking violently.
"Stop, Ariadne," I said to myself.
I spilled my glass of water all over the floor. Great. I got up, my legs wobbling. If only he were there to catch me when I fell. My mind wandered back to him. I slapped my head in frustration. It wasn't three weeks yet. I would see him then, hopefully. I brought myself over to the couch, where he had laid just weeks ago. I breathed in his scent deeply, taking it all in. I fell asleep there, still thinking about him.
ARTHUR'S POV
Cobb broke his own rules. He called me and asked if I wanted to come over to see James and Philippa. I gladly obliged. They were still the sweetest kids I knew, even though they reminded both of us of Mal. I tried remembering her as the lovely woman she was in reality, not the evil, conniving woman in Cobb's dreams.
"Uncle Arthur!" they had shouted when I came through the door. Philippa was wrapped around one leg, James around the other. They tackled me when I fell over from all the weight.
That night, Cobb said I could stay in the guest room. I accepted. We watched a movie when James and Philippa were asleep. The Mask of Zorro. Cobb said that Mal made him watch it. It was good, but Elena and Alejandro only reminded me of Ariadne and me.
COBB'S POV
Arthur stayed over for the next three days, because James and Philippa begged. I was glad that they were bonding, but something in Arthur's eyes was unsettling.
Ariadne.
He missed her. It was so very obvious. He had fallen for her too. I hope this doesn't end in the sad way it had with Mal and I.
ARIADNE'S POV
Two more days. That was it. Everything would be alright once I saw him again. But for now it wasn't. I hadn't been able to leave the house. My neighbors were already talking, saying I had depression, or post traumatic stress, or a nervous breakdown. But it was love. This is what love has reduced me to. This is what he was done to me.
Yet, for him, I would get through this. Because even though this is the most miserable period of time in my life, the thought of seeing him again made my heart race with excitement.
ARTHUR'S POV
I was just leaving Dom's house when I got a phone call, from Paris. I answered, thinking it was Ariadne. Instead, I got news that she was in the hospital, unconscious. For no apparent reason.
I got on the first flight to Paris, first class of course. As soon as I landed, I took a taxi to the hospital. And when I was about to walk into her room, the nurse said she wasn't well enough yet. I groaned inwardly, and book a room in a hotel only a couple blocks away from her apartment. Five star.
I sat on the bed, thinking of none other than Ariadne. I hope she's alright.
ARIADNE'S POV
I barely remembered anything. Just bits and pieces. Though my vision was blurred. I saw my neighbor on the ground next to me, looking into my eyes, asking me something. I just groaned.
Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital.
But only one more day. In one day, everything would be alright.
COBB'S POV
Eames and I were boarding a flight to Paris. Arthur had told us what happened. Yusuf was meeting us in Paris, because he went back to Mombasa. I hope Arthur could cope on his own.
ARIADNE'S POV
My eyes fluttered open, revealing a white room. I was still in the bleak hospital room. But one thing didn't belong. I looked up and saw Arthur, leaning against the wall casually. Though he was still in a suit. He didn't notice that I was awake. I watched him. He was… perfect. Everything I've ever wanted.
But his face was masked with worry. I felt bad that I had caused him to worry about me. There was something else. Guilt? Why would he be guilty?
I already came up with the answer. He was guilty that I was brought into all the complications of the dream world. That I had fallen for him. But I didn't care that I was here, as long as I got to see him again.
I sat up, clearing my throat. He whirled around to face me. We just looked at each other for a couple moments. Though it seemed so much longer. I waited for him to do something.
He smirked at me in that heart-stopping way, once again, hypnotizing me. And I melted.
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