Disclaimer: I do not own nor will I ever, anything to do with the movie Pearl Harbour. This is purely fiction.
How can I describe how I'm
feeling? Here it is, nearly sunrise and I've not slept a bit. My
restlessness has to do with Danny and what happened tonight. It was
only a plane ride. He took me soaring above Pearl Harbour, even
though it's very much against the rules. The view from up above the
clouds was breathtaking, and I can understand why the people who live
here consider it heaven on earth. Sitting in such close quarters in
that cockpit with Danny brought up feelings I never thought I would
ever have again. After Rafe died, my heart broke and I thought sure
I'd never feel love for someone again. But with Danny, my heart
opened itself up again. We flew for nearly an hour, and yet it seemed
only minutes.
To say that an hour spent so close to Danny
with our faces so close we could feel each other's breathing on our
cheeks, was the most incredible feeling in the world is an
understatement. I felt alive and free, but at the same time,
surrounded by him in that tiny space, I felt protected and safe. If
the rest of the world ended below us and we'd flown forever, I
wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was being with Danny.
After we landed, someone yelled at Danny about the plane having been missing. Danny shooed me into the parachute hanger to hide. I wrapped myself in the layers of silk and waited, my heart beating so loudly I thought surely someone would discover me. But it was Danny who found me. It was Danny who came through the floating silk like a dream come true. He had such a mischievous look on his face; so handsome and playful all at the same time, that it was the most perfect thing in the world when he took me in his arms. It was wonderful to be so close to him again; to smell the soapy, clean scent of his skin, and hear his heart beating in his chest. I felt such an overpowering need to be close to him that it wasn't enough to sneak a few kisses here and there.
The next thing I knew, we were lying together amidst layers of parachute silk, loving each other like we were meant to be together. Rafe didn't even enter my mind and when it was over, I knew instantly that I was hopelessly in love with Danny. His brown eyes and shy smile still make my stomach do flip-flops.
But I've spent the last few hours questioning myself over making love with Danny. What in the world was I thinking? Danny and Rafe were best friends and I feel that maybe I dishonoured Rafe's memory by loving Danny. But it has come to me that there are times when a person should experience everything life has to offer, because the chance may never come our way again. This war has changed so much; Rafe and I were in love, and I lost him. I will never experience what it would've been like to love him and to hold him close.
There's definitely something between Danny and I. Something that's been growing ever since we met. I suppose it took Rafe's death for Danny and I to have a chance to see what would happen between us. Tonight, in Danny's arms, I knew I couldn't let the chance to love someone pass me by again. If anything good has come out of Rafe's death, it's the reality that Danny and I are together, and that to me, is incredibly comforting. I can love again; something I thought I'd never be able to do. But Danny showed me that it's okay to open up again and love someone. I'm glad it was Danny that helped me to see that. Loving him is something I'll never regret; no matter what happens now.