Author's Note :: Hey guys the last chapter for this story is right before
you.
So why are you reading this author's note?
Read it all ready!
* * * *Chapter 5 Taxi revelations * * * *
Sydney stumbled and fell to the barren floor. She wiped her tears on her sleeve while the other still clasped the windowsill. Figuring she had enough crying for the day she steadied herself with her dry hand and wiped the dust off her skirt. Lowering the Venetian blind, she glanced one lat time at the happy couple, almost oblivious to the other passenger stepping from the cab.
He ran his hand through his blonde hair as the wind whipped his trench coat into the back of his legs. As the cab drove up he looked around the tree lined street and observed the 3rd street sign. "638 3rd Street," he muttered to himself. Turning to the left side of the street he braced himself for the oncoming wind that not even the trees in the park could minimize.
"634, 366, 368." He counted to himself. Inside the brownstone's first floor window was a figure wiping her face. He smiled as she twisted her head towards the man he shared a taxi with. Just then her frown developed into her trademark smile.
She sprung from the window and raced through the dank house to the door like a child on Christmas Day. Her head told her to stop, but her body had other motives as her legs whipped the crisp air. Flinging the door open, she paused as their eyes connected. Green to brown, brown to green. Heaven stood still. The torrent rain fused with sparkling tears. She pulled back her strand of hair out of her eyes and relocated it behind her left ear, the way she always did when she saw him. After eternity of waiting, she dashed down the steps into open arms.
She open her mouth to speak, but was met with two comforting fingers on her lips. He held her close and kissed the top of her brow as she nestled her head on his chest. Every bit of anguish and grief was forgotten as they found safety in one another's arms. But every action has an end. Sydney pried herself from his reach and stared blankly into those emeralds. Words formed in her mind, but she couldn't gather them together to create a sentence.
Once again Michael Vaughn saved the day as he began another silence breaker, "There was a plane leaving for New York City when I got there. So I figure what the hell, but when I arrived her I though maybe I'd drop by and say hello." He ended his explanation with a smile that was reserved only for Sydney.
"Why are you really here?" she interrogated with a hint of uncertainty.
"Back at the pier, you said that what we had could never work out there and then. Well where in another place, in another time, you said that too. Unless, you'd prefer to contradict yourself.
"Michael Vaughn, you're a fool, but," she suspended her sentence in mid air as a smirk grew on her face, "I'm the biggest fool for leaving you." She leapt into his arms and he hoisted her into the parting clouds.
The sun flooded the ground blinding the two. Minutes ticked by and they broke apart grasping for air.
Then the flicker of relaxation faded away and every thought from the day before flooded back into her mind. She pursed her lips and cautious reopened a healing wound.
"Michael?"
"Yes?"
"How can you love, I mean, even after learning that my mother killed your dad? What if I hurt you the same way she hurt me and my father? What if you wake up one day and there's no one beside you? What if-?" she babbled on.
"Shh." He cradled her in his arms and lifted her head so she could look him in the face. "You are not your mother, Sydney. You might have her features and blood in you, but you've made different decisions involving your life. I will always love you no matter what happens, unless," he finished in a comforting, but lowered his voice to a whisper and continued "you turn off the T.V. during the middle of the Kings' play-offs."
"Vaughn, that will never happen," a smile crept on her face, "the Kings will never make the play-offs, the NJ Devils are a shoo in."
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Aww! A cute little joke to end the drama. Plus the NJ Devils always when the Stanley cup (even though I prefer the NY Rangers).
Hope you enjoyed being pushed off the edge of the sit and read my upcoming story Interventions.
~Stephanie~
So why are you reading this author's note?
Read it all ready!
* * * *Chapter 5 Taxi revelations * * * *
Sydney stumbled and fell to the barren floor. She wiped her tears on her sleeve while the other still clasped the windowsill. Figuring she had enough crying for the day she steadied herself with her dry hand and wiped the dust off her skirt. Lowering the Venetian blind, she glanced one lat time at the happy couple, almost oblivious to the other passenger stepping from the cab.
He ran his hand through his blonde hair as the wind whipped his trench coat into the back of his legs. As the cab drove up he looked around the tree lined street and observed the 3rd street sign. "638 3rd Street," he muttered to himself. Turning to the left side of the street he braced himself for the oncoming wind that not even the trees in the park could minimize.
"634, 366, 368." He counted to himself. Inside the brownstone's first floor window was a figure wiping her face. He smiled as she twisted her head towards the man he shared a taxi with. Just then her frown developed into her trademark smile.
She sprung from the window and raced through the dank house to the door like a child on Christmas Day. Her head told her to stop, but her body had other motives as her legs whipped the crisp air. Flinging the door open, she paused as their eyes connected. Green to brown, brown to green. Heaven stood still. The torrent rain fused with sparkling tears. She pulled back her strand of hair out of her eyes and relocated it behind her left ear, the way she always did when she saw him. After eternity of waiting, she dashed down the steps into open arms.
She open her mouth to speak, but was met with two comforting fingers on her lips. He held her close and kissed the top of her brow as she nestled her head on his chest. Every bit of anguish and grief was forgotten as they found safety in one another's arms. But every action has an end. Sydney pried herself from his reach and stared blankly into those emeralds. Words formed in her mind, but she couldn't gather them together to create a sentence.
Once again Michael Vaughn saved the day as he began another silence breaker, "There was a plane leaving for New York City when I got there. So I figure what the hell, but when I arrived her I though maybe I'd drop by and say hello." He ended his explanation with a smile that was reserved only for Sydney.
"Why are you really here?" she interrogated with a hint of uncertainty.
"Back at the pier, you said that what we had could never work out there and then. Well where in another place, in another time, you said that too. Unless, you'd prefer to contradict yourself.
"Michael Vaughn, you're a fool, but," she suspended her sentence in mid air as a smirk grew on her face, "I'm the biggest fool for leaving you." She leapt into his arms and he hoisted her into the parting clouds.
The sun flooded the ground blinding the two. Minutes ticked by and they broke apart grasping for air.
Then the flicker of relaxation faded away and every thought from the day before flooded back into her mind. She pursed her lips and cautious reopened a healing wound.
"Michael?"
"Yes?"
"How can you love, I mean, even after learning that my mother killed your dad? What if I hurt you the same way she hurt me and my father? What if you wake up one day and there's no one beside you? What if-?" she babbled on.
"Shh." He cradled her in his arms and lifted her head so she could look him in the face. "You are not your mother, Sydney. You might have her features and blood in you, but you've made different decisions involving your life. I will always love you no matter what happens, unless," he finished in a comforting, but lowered his voice to a whisper and continued "you turn off the T.V. during the middle of the Kings' play-offs."
"Vaughn, that will never happen," a smile crept on her face, "the Kings will never make the play-offs, the NJ Devils are a shoo in."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Aww! A cute little joke to end the drama. Plus the NJ Devils always when the Stanley cup (even though I prefer the NY Rangers).
Hope you enjoyed being pushed off the edge of the sit and read my upcoming story Interventions.
~Stephanie~