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" ... I need your plane."
" ... And I should just give it to you I suppose? Go to hell."
"...I saved your life."
" ... Go.To.Hell. That clear enough for you?"
" ... I never stopped loving you..."
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She had seen sympathy in his eyes when she had said her name, letting her know that he knew her history.
Then his eyes turned dark when she called his friend a jackass, not wanting his sympathy,revolting at his pity.
He just looked at her, his eyes cold and his jaw thight.
She felt uneasy under his look and turned her head, checking the instrument on the board.
Her body stiffened when she felt him lean closer, his breath against her ear.
And her anger ignited when she heard the words that came through his lips.
She almost smacked him, but a look on his face made her reconsider the idea.
So she sat there, fuming, looking straight ahead, cursing herself for agreeing to this, for letting her heart make the decision instead of her head.
What right had this man to tell her what to do, how to feel?
So what if she hated his friend, so what if she sometimes wanted him dead? He had shot her brother, killed the only family that she had left.
He had killed a part of her. In more ways then he knew.
Trisha Rogers pressed her lips togheter in a tight line and moved a strand of her black hair behindnher ear.
She had every right to hate Deaq.
So what if her heart had started to beat faster when she heard his voice? So what if she still remembered the way he used to kiss her? So what if she sometimes dreamed about him at night?
She hated him.
She would continue to hate him to the day she died.
She was sure of it. Just like she was sure that her heart would never forget him.
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- So, where are we going?
He sat in the seat next to her, the seat that was meant for the co-pilot. He was staring out the window, his thoughts somewhere else.
He turned his head when he heard her voice and the look in his eyes gave her shivers down her spine.
She had seen anger before, seen the rage in peoples eyes. The hate. The coldness that came after betrayal.
She had seen it all before. In her own eyes every time she looked in the mirror and thought of Him.When she thought about her how her life had been.
It was in this man´s eyes when he looked at her.
But she had never seen this.
Never seen anger that went this deep, never seen rage that burned so strong. She had never seen so much hate in a mans eyes.
Or such deep sorrow, so much regret.
It made her wonder what kind of sacrifices he had been forced to make, what kind of people he had left behind.
And she wondered why she cared. She disliked this man, he despised her.
Maybe it was that she could relate to his sorrow, she knew what it felt like to hate. To wish someone dead.
To regret the choices you made, even if they where the nessisary ones.
- Finland. We´re going to Finland.
She almost jumped when she heard his voice and for a moment she had no idea what he talked about. She forced herself to snap out of her thoughts and focous on his answer.
They where in a plane. She was the pilot. She had asked where they where going so she would know where to fly. Right.
Finland. He had said Finland.
- Yeah, okey. Finland.
She went through the lift off procedure automatically and they where soon in the air, flying among the clouds.
And her thoughts drifted to another time. A happier time. A time when she believed in love and happiness. In roses and fairy tales. In children and marriges.
She turned on the autopilot and let her thoughts wander.
The last Valentine they spent togheter...
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" She felt a pair of arms sneak around her from behind and she smiled and leaned back, knowing whos arms it was. He pressed a kiss on her neck, giving her goosebumps.
- Hi baby. Missed me?
His deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.
She turned around in his arms and kissed him. His arms went around her waist and he pulled her closer to him as he deepend the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, the need of oxygen becoming apparent, she knew that her eyes shone with happiness and love.
- Always. How was work?
- Same old, same old. He kissed her nose. - What have you been doing today?
She groaned , pulled away from him and went to sit at her desk.
- I had a flying lesson with Jim Carman.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache approaching.
He smiled.
- Ah. He still dosen´t understand what to do?
She closed her head and leaned back in her chair, feeling tired and frustrated. And her shoulders ached.
- He hasn´t got a clue. He have had fifteen lesson and he still asks where the gaspedal is. And he insist on flirting with me. God, he´s annoying. And dense. If it wasen´t for the fact that I needed the money I would tell him to take a hike.
He stepped behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders.
- Thanks baby. Mmm... I needed that.
- You´re welcome. What do you say if we went out for dinner tonight? Celebrating Valentines day. I´ve reserverd a table at The Fontines at seven.
- Mmm... Sounds great. I don´t have the energy to cook and your food tastes like crap.
He sqeezed her shoulders hard and she laughed, taking back her statement.
Suddenly she sat up in her chair, opened her eyes and turned around, looking at him.
- Valentines? It´s Valentines today? I completly...
- ... forgot. Yeah I know. It dosen´t matter.
She made a face. How was it possibly that she had forgot Valentines? She had seen the ads in the papers for days, the stores where full of heartshaped chocolate boxes and beautiful cards.
She had been so busy. Too busy. Flying lesson and paperwork. And paperwork. And even more paperwork. It felt like she hadn´t had a good nights sleep in days.
- I´m sorry. I don´t have anything for you. It´s been so much work and...
He turned her chair around and kneeled in front of her,placing his hands around hers in her lap.
- It dosen´t matter.
She looked down at her feet and felt tears starting to form in her eyes, biting her lower lip. Why was she this emotional all of a sudden?
He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.
- Hey baby. It´t dosen´t matter, really. I have everything I want for Valentines. I don´t need gifts.
- You don´t?
To her embarrassment she felt tears running down her face.
He wiped them away with his thumbs, caressing her face.
- No, I don´t. I have everything I need right here in front of me. I love you.
She smiled through her tears.
- I love you too.
He gave her a sweet kiss.
- I know. Then his eyes changed and he gave her a sly look.
- I just figured out something you can give me. It involves a bed...
- Oh yeah? I thought you offered me dinner? We can´t be late can we?
He pulled her up from the chair and moved her towards their bedroom.
- Screw dinner. This is a much better way to celebrate Valentines day...
She giggled like a schoolgirl and followed him, taking his hands in hers. "
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And that had been the best Valentines day they ever had. The memories where bittersweeet.
They had stared talking about children that night, about marriage.
She never told him that she was already pregnant.
She had wanted to be able to buy him a gift,some baby clothes maybe. She had wanted to see the look on his face when he figured it out. The joy. The love shining in his eyes as he kissed her.
She never got the chance.
The next day her brother kidnapped her to get to Deaq.
She still remebered the look on his face when he saw her strapped to a chair. The fear. The anger.
She still remembered the shot, her brother laying in a pool of blood, his eyes glazing over.
She refused to hear what he had to say, refused to let him tuch her. The only time she talked to him was to let him know that she´d never stop hating him.
Three days later she lost the baby.
She had never felt so cold, so alone. Never felt that much sorrow.
He never knew that he would have become a father. That he would´ve had the child he had yearned for. That they had yearned for.
A child that he would have loved. Deeply.
He never knew.
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- Are you okey?
Van´svoice interupted her thoughts and she turned to him, surprised to see concern in his eyes.
- I´m fine.
-You sure?
- Yeah.
He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face.
He sighed and handed her a handkerchief, gesturing towards her face.
- You better dry your tears then.
She touched her face, surprised to find that it was wet. She had not reliased that she had been crying.
She dried her face and blew her nose, feeling embarrased to be caught crying in front of him, in front of a friend to Deaq.
- Thanks she said and stared at her lap, not wanting to face him.
- You´re welcome. He cleared his throat. -So, how much time left before we´re in Finland?
Thankfull that he didn´t press the matter she looked at the instruments on front of her.
- One hour,give or take. Depends on the weather.
- Good.
She heard the change in his voice and felt the hair on her back stand up straight.
She had heard that tone before. Just before her had brother died.
The calmness. The cold satisfaction.
He was an hour closer to the man he wanted to kill.
This was the calm before the storm.
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So, what do you think? This is the first chapter with Trishas POV. Reviews? I crave them. Don´t you know this by now?