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'But be careful my child, for a promise has been made for love to find you both, and another promise to keep you two apart.'

'I don't understand, I remember, in my dreams, he said he'll come back for me, he'll find me again!'

'Yes, he did, and I know he tried to come back for you..' Mary suddenly stopped talking.. A sharp dull pain crept all over her chest. Her hands both at Karen shoulders. Karen, panic stricken, immediately guided Mary to the stone bench.

'Mary!, I'll be back.. I'll get help'. She ran as fast as she could. She slams open the big oak door of the manor and screamed for help. Immediately six of the house staff showed up. Karen did not bother to explain but just ran toward the place where Mary is. The staff carried the Mary carefully back to the mansion. The doctor who was called in from town and said that Mary suffered a mild heart attack but she refused to be hospitalized. Karen arranged that the doctor come in everyday to see Mary, and a 24 hour nurse to stay at the mansion. Karen stayed inside Mary's room that whole night. The old lady slept soundly on the antique four poster bed covered in cream colored sheets with lace trimming. Karen held her Mary's hand all night. She could not explain the attachment that she feels towards Mary. The exhaustion finally caught up with Karen as she sat on the floor near the bed, made a pillow of her arms and laid and sleepy head on top of it.

'Tomorrow will be better, yes, tomorrow..', those were her last thought before she drifted to Karen drifted to sleep.

It's been years now since I met her..But everyday that I see her, in front of me, felt like that exact moment that I laid eyes on her. When I first saw her, I knew she didn't like me, she quickly looked away when our eyes met. She looked very distant, and annoyed almost, that I was there, it bothered her..why?WHY!!why didn't she feel what I felt that time! I don't know what happened, and I don't know what to think..of all people in this God damn world! It was her that I feel in love with, that I want to be with and go home to every day, in her arms..I would give anything to have one kiss, a true kiss, not the one kiss that I know she only consented just to show me off to her friends, … (he smiles as he remembers how soft her lips were against his and how perfectly their bodies fit when he was holding her close to him)..I could have sworn she felt something to when we were dancing…or maybe it was the drinks that she had. But I sensed it, for a second, she forgot who she was,..her stone wall crumbled..and all that's left in my arms is a woman who longs to be loved and who's entire being is clouded with sorrow..maybe it's just me, desperately thinking that there is a cell in her body that loves me, needs me.. maybe, somehow, I could tell her at least how I feel, and this time, I won't be scared, so what the hell if she rips out my heart and spit on it.. It could not be more painful than the suffering that I am going thru everyday.. I might as well be dead..but the thought of someday , somehow, she will love me too, is worth living ….no matter how painful..

He looked at the people passing before him, they seem all so busy, probably lost in their own thoughts like him, they probably carry heavier things in their hearts than the baggage's they carelessly drag as they walk. He sat on his seat like a statue with his arms crossed. At least he's safe inside his mind, nobody will ever know what he is thinking about, how complicated things are for him right now, for somebody like him..like him To fall madly, deeply love with her..nobody will know, except her.. Every now and then he glanced at the board across from were he was seated. He took out something from his pocket and held it tightly in his hands. 'Stupid woman, always leaving things behind' he thought and smiled. It was her white handkerchief that she left the last time she was in his office, her initials K.W embroidered in tiny letters with silk thread in left bottom part of it . He ran his fingertips to it as if its made of a fragile material. When he was about to fell in a trance again dreaming of her when he heard a booming sound echoing…

'FLIGHT 321 TO ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND , FLIGHT 321 TO ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND NOW BOARDING.'

He got up from his chair, tugged his shirt down, kisses the cloth in his hands, slipped the carefully back to his pocket and patted it as if making sure its safe. He grabbed his black bag and walk straight to the lady standing behind the counter. He handed her a piece of paper which the lady took with an exaggerated smile on her face, and in a very formal tone she said 'Enjoy your flight Mr. Truman..'. Will smiled back to the lady as she handed him back his boarding pass. 'here we go'.he thought as he walk the narrow path towards the plane.

I know I know, it's not good, sorry, I'll do better next time promise..and please keep the reviews coming… I appreciate it.. Good or bad, )