Romantic Interlude - Someday... somewhere...
The night was warm, in fact it could be considered as unbearable hot. A soft breeze made the leaves of the palms rustle slightly.
The woman closed her eyes and let the wind play with her hair. It didn't cool her at all; on the contrary, the breeze seemed to be even hotter than the sultry night air.
Her eyes went over the endless horizon when she stepped into the cool water. The waves played around her ankles and soaked the bottom of her dress - she didn't care.
Nothing could be as bad as the feelings that almost tore her heart apart inside and which she didn't understand at all. She felt such a longing for him that she wanted to cry - which was not an option. Irina Derevko would not break down in tears like a sixteen year old because of a man.
Leaving him had broken her heart... again! The words he had said - or, more accurately, not said - had hurt her so deeply that she didn't know if that wound would ever heal again. She had to start thinking about other, more important things again... for example how she would take revenge on Sloane and Sark.
But not tonight, she thought and pulled her dress over her head. Tonight she would forget everything, her life, her problems, and who she was. She just wanted to live in the moment and let her soul drift. She threw her dress carelessly into the sand and stepped deeper into the water. As it almost reached her breast, she dove in. When she surfaced again, she stroke her hair out of her face and laid on her back. For a moment she let herself drift on the water, staring into the dark sky on which the full moon and the stars shimmered like diamonds on a black velvet cloth.
Her eyes lost in the moon, which seemed to be unnaturally huge in this part of the world. For the first time she wondered where the people saw those different figures in the moon. The Japanese saw a bunny that was baking rice-cakes, the Europeans saw a man in the moon.
Her mind drifted away to the moon, her eyes still fixed on it. And suddenly she could see her a shape in the craters of the moon - a crying woman. Clearly she recognized the eyes, the mouth and the tear and almost at the same moment her eyes started to fill with tears. No, she wouldn't cry... she had been through so much, she would get through this pain too.
But her eyes didn't obey her mind. The tears kept flowing down her cheeks and finally she started to sob. Her tears mixed with the salty water of the ocean, lost in its infinite depths.
Irina let her body sink under the water and closed her eyes. She felt weightless, her mind drifting away and sinking into the darkness. She saw her life, ruined and shattered, go by in front of her inner eye and for a moment she thought about the things that held her here. Her love lost, her friends gone, no one to trust - what was left for her in this life?
There were no angels who shielded and supported her in the storm. She was all alone and she felt so tired - too tired to go on. Suddenly the thought of just sinking into the waves of the ocean, forever subsiding in the mysterious depths, seemed too incredibly seductive to resist. She resisted the urge to surface, ignored the lack of oxygen that made her lungs stitch and gave in to the overwhelming darkness.
*+*+*
It had been a hot day, the air humidity finally reaching a point that was beyond bearable and now the heavens opened and the rains splashed down to the earth like waterfalls. Jack Bristow didn't care.
He was standing at the beach of Los Angeles, staring into the dark sky and the wild ocean waves. He didn't know what he wanted here. He hadn't been able to sleep and finally he had felt the strong need to go to the beach and just walk... free his mind.
The last days had been hell for him. He didn't know whether she was alive or dead. He missed her so badly that he thought he couldn't bear it any longer. He had finally given up denying his love for her. Yes, he had had to admit, I love her - probably more than ever before.
But he had to get over her. They would never meet again, she had said farewell to him. And yet, he thought, maybe we'll meet again someday... somewhere in this world...
Deep in his heart he wished for them to meet just one more time, to tell her that she would always be the only one for him.
"I miss you..."
*+*+*
I miss you... the words resounded in her head like an echo, she didn't even know where they had come from. Irina surfaced and gasped for air. The world started to spin around her as she opened her eyes. She felt drops of the salty water in her mouth and leaned back until the dizziness faded.
There was something left for her in this world. The hope, that maybe there would be an angel... someday... somewhere in this world. She wouldn't give up - Irina Derevko had never given up and she wouldn't break that tradition now.
Her eyes went up to the crying girl in the moon again and she started smiled slightly. There would come a day when her life would be full of joy again and when she could lean back and feel safe with someone behind her whom she trusted with her life... she just had to carry on and keep fighting.
Determined to keep searching for her angel, she swam back to the beach and left the water.
The night was warm, in fact it could be considered as unbearable hot. A soft breeze made the leaves of the palms rustle slightly.
The woman closed her eyes and let the wind play with her hair. It didn't cool her at all; on the contrary, the breeze seemed to be even hotter than the sultry night air.
Her eyes went over the endless horizon when she stepped into the cool water. The waves played around her ankles and soaked the bottom of her dress - she didn't care.
Nothing could be as bad as the feelings that almost tore her heart apart inside and which she didn't understand at all. She felt such a longing for him that she wanted to cry - which was not an option. Irina Derevko would not break down in tears like a sixteen year old because of a man.
Leaving him had broken her heart... again! The words he had said - or, more accurately, not said - had hurt her so deeply that she didn't know if that wound would ever heal again. She had to start thinking about other, more important things again... for example how she would take revenge on Sloane and Sark.
But not tonight, she thought and pulled her dress over her head. Tonight she would forget everything, her life, her problems, and who she was. She just wanted to live in the moment and let her soul drift. She threw her dress carelessly into the sand and stepped deeper into the water. As it almost reached her breast, she dove in. When she surfaced again, she stroke her hair out of her face and laid on her back. For a moment she let herself drift on the water, staring into the dark sky on which the full moon and the stars shimmered like diamonds on a black velvet cloth.
Her eyes lost in the moon, which seemed to be unnaturally huge in this part of the world. For the first time she wondered where the people saw those different figures in the moon. The Japanese saw a bunny that was baking rice-cakes, the Europeans saw a man in the moon.
Her mind drifted away to the moon, her eyes still fixed on it. And suddenly she could see her a shape in the craters of the moon - a crying woman. Clearly she recognized the eyes, the mouth and the tear and almost at the same moment her eyes started to fill with tears. No, she wouldn't cry... she had been through so much, she would get through this pain too.
But her eyes didn't obey her mind. The tears kept flowing down her cheeks and finally she started to sob. Her tears mixed with the salty water of the ocean, lost in its infinite depths.
Irina let her body sink under the water and closed her eyes. She felt weightless, her mind drifting away and sinking into the darkness. She saw her life, ruined and shattered, go by in front of her inner eye and for a moment she thought about the things that held her here. Her love lost, her friends gone, no one to trust - what was left for her in this life?
There were no angels who shielded and supported her in the storm. She was all alone and she felt so tired - too tired to go on. Suddenly the thought of just sinking into the waves of the ocean, forever subsiding in the mysterious depths, seemed too incredibly seductive to resist. She resisted the urge to surface, ignored the lack of oxygen that made her lungs stitch and gave in to the overwhelming darkness.
*+*+*
It had been a hot day, the air humidity finally reaching a point that was beyond bearable and now the heavens opened and the rains splashed down to the earth like waterfalls. Jack Bristow didn't care.
He was standing at the beach of Los Angeles, staring into the dark sky and the wild ocean waves. He didn't know what he wanted here. He hadn't been able to sleep and finally he had felt the strong need to go to the beach and just walk... free his mind.
The last days had been hell for him. He didn't know whether she was alive or dead. He missed her so badly that he thought he couldn't bear it any longer. He had finally given up denying his love for her. Yes, he had had to admit, I love her - probably more than ever before.
But he had to get over her. They would never meet again, she had said farewell to him. And yet, he thought, maybe we'll meet again someday... somewhere in this world...
Deep in his heart he wished for them to meet just one more time, to tell her that she would always be the only one for him.
"I miss you..."
*+*+*
I miss you... the words resounded in her head like an echo, she didn't even know where they had come from. Irina surfaced and gasped for air. The world started to spin around her as she opened her eyes. She felt drops of the salty water in her mouth and leaned back until the dizziness faded.
There was something left for her in this world. The hope, that maybe there would be an angel... someday... somewhere in this world. She wouldn't give up - Irina Derevko had never given up and she wouldn't break that tradition now.
Her eyes went up to the crying girl in the moon again and she started smiled slightly. There would come a day when her life would be full of joy again and when she could lean back and feel safe with someone behind her whom she trusted with her life... she just had to carry on and keep fighting.
Determined to keep searching for her angel, she swam back to the beach and left the water.