"What's the big hurry, Sarah?"
"I have a plane to catch. I'm going to New York."
"New York? Wow."
"Yeah, going back to my old life."
AJ knew this was going to be a problem because my old life was deadly.
"Sarah, I need to talk to you for a minute."
Harm grabbed my arm and practically drug me to my old office.
"OWWW! DAMN!"
"What the hell are you doing, Mac?"
"Look Harm, I really don't need this hollier-than-thou, patronizing shit right now, okay?"
"You had so much going for you when I left."
"That was almost six months ago!"
"Only six months!"
Everyone outside was listening because we were screaming so loud.
"Six months can make the biggest difference. It can make someone realize what the really want and what the really need in their life. It helped me get my priorities straight."
"Mac, please. Don't screw this all up because of me."
"Who said I was doing this for you or because of you? I can do things by myself and for myself and I'll demonstrate that right now by exercising my right to leave."
I walked out of the office with Harm close behind. As bad as I wanted to turn around and hug and kiss him right there, I couldn't. I needed my old life. I got so close to the door when Harm started talking to me again, so as a courtesy, I turned to face him.
"Don't throw this all away. Sarah, please."
"Harm, a wise person, once told me that to be a better person, you have to bring a little of the past and a little of the now and combine them. This is what I got out of it."
"This isn't you, sarah. Remember, when our plane crashed over afghanistan and you kept babbling because you were scared."
A smile spred across both of our faces.
"I wasn't scared. I was...I was....okay. fine. Maybe I was a little scared."
We gave a little laugh and that smile never left our faces.
"You gave me the speech that you gave in your eighth grade language expressions class about,"
"how to make ice cream and the different flavors you can make. I remember. Harm, I have a plane to catch."
"At least give me a hug."
"Okay."
I hugged him then kissed his cheek.
"Take this."
"Harm, this is your bomber jacket. You need it."
"Not as much as you. It's cold in New York City."
"Thanks. Bye Flyboy."
"Bye Marine."
I slipped Harm's coat on, and went to pick up my boxes. Harm beat me to it, though.
"Let me get those."
"Thanks."
We walked out to my car which, convieniently was parked in front of the big window from our floor and everyone was watching us. Harm put the boxes in the trunk. I walked up to him and let my head hit his chest. My hands were on the upper part of his arms. Harm had his arms wrapped around me.
"Please don't go, Mac."
"I have to Harm. It's where my home is. the open highway."
"Sarah, look around. Your home is here."
I looked up into his eyes. We must've just stood like that for 5 minutes.
"Harm?"
"Um?"
"Kiss me would you?"
"Anytime, Marine."
We kissed with so much passion. We both had our hands on the other persons face. I didn't want to let go of that and I don't think that Harm did either.
"I have a plane to catch. I'm going to New York."
"New York? Wow."
"Yeah, going back to my old life."
AJ knew this was going to be a problem because my old life was deadly.
"Sarah, I need to talk to you for a minute."
Harm grabbed my arm and practically drug me to my old office.
"OWWW! DAMN!"
"What the hell are you doing, Mac?"
"Look Harm, I really don't need this hollier-than-thou, patronizing shit right now, okay?"
"You had so much going for you when I left."
"That was almost six months ago!"
"Only six months!"
Everyone outside was listening because we were screaming so loud.
"Six months can make the biggest difference. It can make someone realize what the really want and what the really need in their life. It helped me get my priorities straight."
"Mac, please. Don't screw this all up because of me."
"Who said I was doing this for you or because of you? I can do things by myself and for myself and I'll demonstrate that right now by exercising my right to leave."
I walked out of the office with Harm close behind. As bad as I wanted to turn around and hug and kiss him right there, I couldn't. I needed my old life. I got so close to the door when Harm started talking to me again, so as a courtesy, I turned to face him.
"Don't throw this all away. Sarah, please."
"Harm, a wise person, once told me that to be a better person, you have to bring a little of the past and a little of the now and combine them. This is what I got out of it."
"This isn't you, sarah. Remember, when our plane crashed over afghanistan and you kept babbling because you were scared."
A smile spred across both of our faces.
"I wasn't scared. I was...I was....okay. fine. Maybe I was a little scared."
We gave a little laugh and that smile never left our faces.
"You gave me the speech that you gave in your eighth grade language expressions class about,"
"how to make ice cream and the different flavors you can make. I remember. Harm, I have a plane to catch."
"At least give me a hug."
"Okay."
I hugged him then kissed his cheek.
"Take this."
"Harm, this is your bomber jacket. You need it."
"Not as much as you. It's cold in New York City."
"Thanks. Bye Flyboy."
"Bye Marine."
I slipped Harm's coat on, and went to pick up my boxes. Harm beat me to it, though.
"Let me get those."
"Thanks."
We walked out to my car which, convieniently was parked in front of the big window from our floor and everyone was watching us. Harm put the boxes in the trunk. I walked up to him and let my head hit his chest. My hands were on the upper part of his arms. Harm had his arms wrapped around me.
"Please don't go, Mac."
"I have to Harm. It's where my home is. the open highway."
"Sarah, look around. Your home is here."
I looked up into his eyes. We must've just stood like that for 5 minutes.
"Harm?"
"Um?"
"Kiss me would you?"
"Anytime, Marine."
We kissed with so much passion. We both had our hands on the other persons face. I didn't want to let go of that and I don't think that Harm did either.