Bobby looked up at Mae from the ground. Courtney touched his shoulder.
"She's a big girl," she said, "she will come back again."
But, Bobby wasn't listening memories were rolling in from places he had forgotten. A blonde helping him with math, a blonde giving him pictures she had taken from his big game. And, last a blonde flying up into the sky with wings on her back and no limits.
He had been so stupid.
She had handed him her love on a golden platter and he had ignored her. No, wonder she didn't trust him.
"I'm a jerk," he whispered.
"Oh no you're not, everyone makes mistakes," Courtney said smiling.
He looked into Courtney's eyes and remembered how she had held Spader's hand. Had he shown her betrayal? Had he tricked her? Or, had she simply grown tired of the traveler basketball-playing boyfriend who wasn't home on Valentines Day. He remembered how Courtney had kissed him, and he tried to shake off the feeling that he was being fooled, under his own nose.
No more Spader.
No more Mae.
Bobby managed to figure out that Spader was what was making Courtney lose interest in him, and Mae would soon make him lose interest in Courtney. He knew what was best.
"I'm contacting Loor," Bobby said, completely out-of-the-blue.
"Why?" Courtney asked.
"Because, I want her to look for Mae instead of me," he said almost in a hushed whisper.
"Oh don't go so down in the dumps," Mark said, "you will find her!"
"It's not that, I'm just so tired," Bobby collapsed on a tree stump.
Nobody spoke a word. No one dared to break the silence. Until, Courtney laid her head against Bobby's shoulder and managed to say,
"I love you, you know,"
"I know and I love you," Bobby answered.
But, Bobby couldn't help but wonder if it was true.
Mae flew up and up till she felt the pull of gravity and landed on a beach, not to far away. She felt the tears come down and made no attempt to stop them.
She had been so stupid.
She had handed him love on a golden platter, and he had broken her heart, curse her pride.
She loved Bobby so much. But, she had no doubts that he had no feelings towards her. Suddenly she heard footsteps and ducked. But it was too late.
"So this is the little princess," came a crackling voice, "why you are a very pretty one."
"Who are you?" Mae shrieked.
"Guess," Mae looked into a blue face and all hope vanished.
"NO!" She screamed.
Mae began to toss and turn. She even leaned down to bite his fist, but his skin tasted so horrible she had not even sunk her teeth into the flesh when the disgusting taste entered her mouth.
"Why did you run away my lovely flower?" the blue-faced man said.
"You know exactly why I left," Mae yelled.
"No I don't tell me," he asked.
"Because, you mistreated me, you hurt me and pushed me," Mae said, calming down."
"But, I love you," it was a lie.
"Father I know you don't," Mae said to his face.
"You always were so smart," Saint Dane said, laughing.