AN: This is the LAST CHAPTER! Thanks to everyone who took the time to review, and please review one last time, even if it's to flame me.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The plane touched down, and as soon as the female voice announced that it was safe to begin getting off, Numair had grabbed his suitcase, intent on getting out. A hand steadied him. "Numair, calm down." Alanna told him seriously.
"We need to check the phone first." George said whipping out the phone. His eyes scanned it. "She appears to be slightly south of here. It's not really all that hard. There's only one company there. I've visited before. Big place. Makes electronics or something."
Numair nodded. The rest of the trip was a blur. All he could remember was thinking of Daine. He felt responsible of her. After all, with no family, she was vulnerable. He was all she had.
Alanna asked him gently, "Can I borrow your phone? There wasn't any signal on the plane, but I'm going to try texting Daine."
He nodded woodenly, giving the phone to her.
Daine had wandered for hours on end, trying to just get away from the place. IN her pocket, something vibrated. Her phone. She franticly dug around for it. Of course, maybe she could text Numair if she actually knew where she was.
She was at the edge of the road, careful to keep hidden. It wouldn't do for a stranger to try and take her. The signs were in an odd foreign language, and she couldn't make out what it said.
Daine, this is Alanna, a friend of Numair's. Where are you? It read.
Daine bit her lip. It was Numair's number. Could she trust this woman?
She had no choice. Alone, in a different country, she wouldn't last the week.
I don't know. I'm by an odd road. I don't speak the language, but it says, "Pfandemstasse". Help.
She sent the text. Within seconds, a beep arrived. We're on our way.
She just stood there, coming out from behind the tree, and hoped that they were really friends of Numair. Within seconds, a car pulled up.
Numair couldn't believe his eyes. It was Daine, and in a terrible condition. She looked like she had come back from the mental institution. Her hair was knotted in a mess. Mud covered her body. He swept her up in his arms.
She looked up at him, smiling. "Numair Salmalin." Her voice rang out, clear as a bell. Her voice was back.
He hugged her tighter. And in that moment, they knew it would be okay. She was broken and hurt, but with some help and love, she would get better. And one day, once all of her scars had faded, he would still be there for her. And when they didn't realize it, this was the beginning of a wonderful romance.
AN: Yes, it's the end. I'm sorry it wasn't anything grand. After this work, I won't be writing for a while. I plan to finish a story before posting it up in regular installments. Please, as a last review, leave something.