To prplerayne and DKM who reads and reviewes this story.
Your reviews make me smile. Updating to slow sometimes huh?
Thanks for your prayers and your well wishes. It means a lot.
For Camilla and my dad. Take care and get well, please.
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I found a man to love. A man to open up to. A man to trust.
Someone who wanted my heart, needed a part of my soul and worshipped
my body.
I found Van.
And now he is out there, searching for for his own death.
Oh Van.
Come home.
Don't die. Please God, don't let him die.
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I woke up and reached over to the other side of the bed, needing to feel his
soft skin. Needed to know that he was there, that I had not dreamed it. That
the love we had shared had been real.
The bed was empty. The fear made my stomac twist, but I pushed it down. I
had woken up alone before hadn't I? And then I had found him in the kitchen,
making us breakfast. No need to worry I told myself. Surely he was in the
kitchen making us something to eat. We had missed lunch, as we had been
more interested in each other. Food could wait couldn't it?
I got up from the bed and put on the blue, old robe that laid on the floor.
We had been in a hurry after breakfast. We couldn't stop touching each
other, couldn't stop kissing.
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The kitchen was empty.
I knew. I knew it even before I saw the note on the table.
" My love,
I couldn't tell you to your face that I was leaving. I know that I couldn't
make myself leave if you had looked me in the eyes and asked me to
stay.
Tell Deaq that he has been the best partner I ever had. The best friend
a man could ask for. And don't let him blame himself. He couldn't have
stopped me.
And please, promise me one thing. Don't come after me. Please. I can
live with the fact that you hate me, but if you die... Please Billie, promise
me.
I love you. I love you more than anything on this earth.
If I come back... No, when I come back I have a gift for you, if you still
want anything to do with me.
I love you Billie. Marry me."
Van
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It is not fare.
It's not fare for him to leave when I was sleeping. It's not fare to beg me to
stay behind and do nothing. It's not fare to leave me a note.
It's not fare to ask me to marry him when I don't know if he is alive or not.
It's not fare.
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Deaq came ten minutes after I had found the note. He looked as tired and
upset as I felt.
- You know?
- He called me just before he left.
- He left me a note. I was sleeping and he left me a fucking note.
- Yeah. He said that he couldn't leave if you were awake.
- Why did he have leave at all? Why can't he just leave the guy alone?
I couldn't stand it if he..
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I want to cry. I want to scream and shout. I want to kick his ass for being
such a overprotective jackass.
I want to hold him in my arms. I want to kiss him. I want to look him in the
eyes and I tell him that I want to marry him.
I want him home. Alive.
Please God. Bring him home.
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Deaq rose from the chair he had been sitting on and came around the table.
He pulled me close to him, putting his head on top of mine.
- I know. Neithter could I. Neither could I.
I broke away from him after a while, thankful that he was here.
But I won't cry infront of him, because if I did, I'm not sure I could stop.
- You want some tea?
- Sure. Thanks.
I get up from the chair and goes to the cupboard. I take ut two mugs and fill
them with water. I put them in the micro and turn it on, watching them go
round and round.
I need to do something or I'll go crazy.
I pull myself away from the micro and goes back to the cupboard and takes
out some teabags.
- What sort of tea do you want?
- Oh, I don't know. The same as you.
- Sure.
I take two bags of Lipton and puts it on the table.
- Sugar?
- No thanks.
The water starts to boile and I take the mugs out of the microwave.
Then Deaq's mobile phone rings. He looks on the caller id and gets a weird
look on his face. He glances at me before he answers it.
- Do you have him?
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