Chapter 3
When he finally let go of her, she was quick to move away.
She backed away a few steps and quickly put her glasses back on, then turned away from him, remaining stern. He, on the other hand, looked rather pleased and in some sort of daze, obviously still left in that dreamworld she had created for the both of them. Trinity let her glance drift towards Neo, in a very discrete way. She could see that he would not look at her, and she wondered if it was because he felt betrayed, or if he felt that he would burst if he did…
She also wondered if Neo could feel the other's feelings when he was inside the Matrix… could he read her feelings right now? How much she was hurting, too? How much she wanted to run over to him, to embrace him, and make sure they were all right?
Could he read her thoughts?
" I take back that… here is passion. Lust. Desire. Everything that I wanted… that you have, " the Merovingian said, looking at the pair, standing away from each other. He hoped he had managed to drive a wedge between the two, creating misery was one of his specialties.
" But such a desirable thing, " he continued, " is not meant to last."
Trinity sneered at him. The hell it isn't, she thought.
After looking at the pair for another moment, the Merovingian looked himself in the mirror for one last time. Then he turned to them, and began walking out of the room. " Follow me, " was all he said.
Morpheus walked first after him, then Neo followed. Trinity ran to him, by his side, and touched him, looking into his eyes.
And as he looked back, she saw nothing of the anger she was afraid would be there. Instead, his love was shining through like never before… with a hint of sadness.
As the Merovingian and Morpheus made a sharp turn, Neo stopped the two of them for a moment before continuing. If they would be far ahead, he would find them, and if there would be any trouble, he would sense it.
He placed his hands around Trinity's face and bent down and kissed her, hard, desperate… and it took her breath away.
As he touched her lips, images rushed through his mind, images of Trinity at a younger state, images of herself imagining herself to be somewhere where she wasn't… to be someone that she was not. And he realized, what she had done for him, and smiled.
" Thank you, " she said as they broke off.
" For what?" he asked.
" For being strong. If it had been the other way around, if I had to watch you kiss someone…" she coldn't complete the sentence." I'd rather have it this way."
" You know that I lo-, " but she cut him off, placing a hand upon his lips. She nodded and half smiled, of course she knew.
He removed her hand, and looked down into her eyes, smiling.
" I know what you did, " he said, " and thanks."
" For what?" she asked.
" For keeping us to ourselves, " he answered.
As they began walking away, she smiled where she was by his side, proud to be there.
She had done what she had to do…
… and he understood what a woman had to do for the things she believed in.
FIN
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