Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been reviewing. It's just so cool to see how far my little baby first fan fic has come. tear As we say down here in the South, "Bless your hearts!" I'm going to try to take everyone's suggestions and incorporate them into how I write this fic. Thanks so much everyone. (To my new reviewer, Sparkles, welcome onboard, hope you like it!)
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A good while after they had gone airborne, and after a good deal of embarrassment, Raven was finally able to calm himself enough to where he was merely weeping quietly. Even so, the businessman in the seat beside him seemed loathe to acknowledge his presence, undoubtedly convinced the guy crying next to him was on drugs or worse, maybe gay or something. The thought caused Raven to let out a cold, ironic laugh, totally devoid of joy or humor. "Go on back to your laptop, you hypocritical degenerate," he muttered, feeling a little bit more like himself. Emotional exhaustion had weared on him physically as well, and wrapping up in a blanket the kind stewardess had brought him, Scott reclined his chair and dropped into a still sleep.
In the rental car, Amy was trying to drive with one hand and wipe her seemingly ceaseless tears with the other. She was shaking so hard it was hard to drive. She could find no word to define the overwhelming strength of her sadness, except perhaps "grief". True, it was not as if Scott had died, but still, the loss felt that sharp.
All that kept running through her mind was that he was gone, he was really and truly gone. And there was no one she could even talk to about this pain; Scott was the one she talked to about everything. He was the one who made everything better. Why couldn't she see it before? It was no mere crush. She was in love with him, her best friend.
"I would have told you if I'd thought it'd make you stay!" she sobbed loudly to the empty air inside the car. "I-I just couldn't believe you'd really leave me," she shouted. "I thought you could tell-I thought you could tell how much I needed you."
"God, please bring him back to me somehow. I'll do anything...I promise, anything. God, bring him back. Bring him back. God bring him back." She said it over and over to herself like a mantra, meaning it with everything she had. "I'll do anything...God bring him back."
As if in answer, Amy suddenly heard the shrill screech of skidding tires and instantly afterward the sound of glass breaking as she was shaken by the impact of the other car hitting hers.
Twenty thousand feet in the air, Scott awoke with a start, startled to feel sweat beading on his forehead. He hugged the blanket up tighter under his chin.
"God, if there's any way I can be with Amy, I'll do it. I know I blew it, but please give me another chance. I'll tell her this time. Please, give me one more chance to go back," he thought as he drifted back off to sleep.
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A good while after they had gone airborne, and after a good deal of embarrassment, Raven was finally able to calm himself enough to where he was merely weeping quietly. Even so, the businessman in the seat beside him seemed loathe to acknowledge his presence, undoubtedly convinced the guy crying next to him was on drugs or worse, maybe gay or something. The thought caused Raven to let out a cold, ironic laugh, totally devoid of joy or humor. "Go on back to your laptop, you hypocritical degenerate," he muttered, feeling a little bit more like himself. Emotional exhaustion had weared on him physically as well, and wrapping up in a blanket the kind stewardess had brought him, Scott reclined his chair and dropped into a still sleep.
In the rental car, Amy was trying to drive with one hand and wipe her seemingly ceaseless tears with the other. She was shaking so hard it was hard to drive. She could find no word to define the overwhelming strength of her sadness, except perhaps "grief". True, it was not as if Scott had died, but still, the loss felt that sharp.
All that kept running through her mind was that he was gone, he was really and truly gone. And there was no one she could even talk to about this pain; Scott was the one she talked to about everything. He was the one who made everything better. Why couldn't she see it before? It was no mere crush. She was in love with him, her best friend.
"I would have told you if I'd thought it'd make you stay!" she sobbed loudly to the empty air inside the car. "I-I just couldn't believe you'd really leave me," she shouted. "I thought you could tell-I thought you could tell how much I needed you."
"God, please bring him back to me somehow. I'll do anything...I promise, anything. God, bring him back. Bring him back. God bring him back." She said it over and over to herself like a mantra, meaning it with everything she had. "I'll do anything...God bring him back."
As if in answer, Amy suddenly heard the shrill screech of skidding tires and instantly afterward the sound of glass breaking as she was shaken by the impact of the other car hitting hers.
Twenty thousand feet in the air, Scott awoke with a start, startled to feel sweat beading on his forehead. He hugged the blanket up tighter under his chin.
"God, if there's any way I can be with Amy, I'll do it. I know I blew it, but please give me another chance. I'll tell her this time. Please, give me one more chance to go back," he thought as he drifted back off to sleep.