© rairawrskazu 2014
Glowing
✖ ɢя αч ✖
She's got damn immense strength; Lucy does. She knocked me sideways, when she ran out on me. Inside an airport waiting area, she told me everything. That before she met me, she was forced to marry someone for a merger. Her father became furious at her when she ran away. The wedding got cancelled. Every one of his mercenaries were frantically looking for her until now.
"I wanted to marry for love but father never listened to what I say... He knew, almost, nothing about me," I hear her voice falter, and I see tears brimming in her eyes. But she continued, "I don't love that guy. I don't even know his name!"
She explained that it wasn't robbers that broke in my apartment last month. "They were my father's mercenaries, trying to give you a warning... I burned the note, you see."
And because of that, she turned cold on me. She was planning on leaving. She thought that by being indifferent, her departure would be a lot easier for me to handle. Guess what lady? No! It isn't easy! I gaped at her, as she was talking. As she finished, I asked her, 'why?' Why did she keep this from me? Doesn't she trust me? She said she was saving me from the danger she was bringing. Utter bullshit, Lucy. Just bullshit. She said, "I'm sorry, Gray. My ticket says I should board the train by 1 'o clock... Goodbye."
Those words left me speechless.
And after she ran out, naturally, I'd chase her. But I didn't have a ticket, so the guards had to stop me from going into the plane. It was bound to leave in a few 15 minutes and before I can conjure up second thoughts, I decided to board her plane; though I didn't know where it was going. If ever she decides to stay in—wherever the hell it is!—I can worry about my stuff later, but right now, I can't let her slip by me! I love her, and I'd follow her, wherever the hell she might go. Even at the ends of the Earth! I boarded the plane, only carrying with me the usual backpack where I keep extra clothes, money, laptop and phone, toiletries, sleeping bag, some tools, and my trusty-wallet and credit cards. Being a travel writer, you usually need to be prepared for anything but also able to keep your baggage light. Luckily, I am a travel writer, and I'd have an excuse for not being in the meeting at the HQ(I am the only one given this previlage) at the moment. You're one lucky girl, Lucy. One damned lucky girl to have me as a boyfriend—even for just 10 months. No! I'm not l giving up on Lucy. I'm not letting some petty excuse get in the way of my love for her. We can get through this; I know we can!
I walked the aisles of the plane, looking for Lucy. She was on the left side of the plane, near the window. She's leaning on the window; her cheeks tear-stained.
"Lucy," I sat beside her. She looked startled upon seeing me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She said, wiping her tears away.
"I'm boarding the plane... I'm going to—" I didn't know where, so I asked a passing flight attendant, "where is this headed again?"
She looked at me, as if I was out of my mind. "To Califonia. Its in your ticket, sir."
"To Cali," The beaches... Then I'd have plenty of reasons to be naked there... And have Lucy in a bikini there and... But, enough of my rated-R thoughts!
She just facepalmed and shook her head. "Gray... You're crazy!"
"Crazy, not crazy... All I know is that I love you, and I'd follow you."
"I'm trying to save your ass here... Get off the plane."
"You can't make me," I pouted and crossed my arms.
She looked grumpy but kept her silence. She slept through the flight. And I watched her. How I want to kiss her, hug her, talk to her; just do things with her! I took her hand; I feel like never letting go. When we landed, I still had her hand in mine. She was resisting, but as an hour passed by, she finally stopped. Maybe she was thinking that resistance was futile or that she would just run if I dropped my defenses. No, I wouldn't let go. I won't let her get away. I'd fight her father's mercenaries if I have to. I'll be with her, and I'm sure she wants to be with me, too.
I dragged her to a hotel, insisting that we stay in one room, while she kept telling me to just leave her alone.
"I can't just leave my 'fiancé' alone, now, can I?" I hugged her sideways, and she let me.
"'Fiancé', my ass... Fine," She muttered under her breath. She surrenders! Hah, yeah!
"A day with you can't hurt, right?" She said, when we were inside the hotel room.
We rested for a while; the atmosphere being awkward. When it got dark, we went to a restaurant. I'm paying, though she insisted that the tab's on her.
"You give me so much. It makes me feel I owe you a lot," she said. " I don't think I could give back and I feel bad..."
"Well, don't. Get used to it because you'll encounter this everyday," I told her over dinner.
"Gray, you know I can't stay."
"You know you can," I said, not looking away from her chocolate-brown eyes.
She was looking at the food to avoid my gaze, cutting the beef in little pieces. "I can't risk it. You're much too important to lose."
"So, why leave then?" I was copying her movements now, and she notices. Finally, she stops and looks at me in the eye.
"I can't let my father get you, Gray. He'd kill you."
"Oh, let him try... Lucy, I can't let you go. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I reached her hand from the other side of the table. She returned a firm squeeze.
"I love you, Gray," her eyes are starting to water.
"I love you, too," I replied. "I'm lucky to have a strong, independent and beautiful woman like you." I kissed the back of her hand.
We returned to the hotel. Lucy took a bath first. When she got out I couldn't help but notice her pearly-white skin. I can still remember how it feels against my own skin.
"Hey, Gray, its your turn in the bath..."
I walked like a zombie to the bath. And when I opened the shower, Lucy's image just won't get out of my head. After my shower, I got in my shorts. While Lucy's in a peach nightgown; sitting in front of the mirror beside the bathroom door.
"Where'd you get it, your fair complexion?" I walked towards her.
"From my mother; she's lighter than me, really," she replied.
I leaned towards her neck; I can smell the soft fragrance of her soap. Kissing her there, down to her shoulder, arm, elbow, and the tips of her fingers. She just closed her eyes, saying, "I'm gonna miss this from you, Gray."
"No you won't. I'm taking you with me," I whispered in her ear. She took a deep breath.
"Go ahead."
I hugged her neck, my chin resting on her forehead. "I'm really lucky to have you, Lucy." I kissed her hair; it smelled like blooming jasmines. She turned to me and cupped my cheeks with both of her hands.
"And I'm the happiest girl alive..."
We kissed. Over and over, until we couldn't stop. I carried her, bridal-style, and you can imagine what happened next.
✖ ɢя αч ✖
A beautiful, beautiful dream. I feel so nice and light-hearted inside. The rays of the sun were peaking through the spaces in the light-gold curtains, making the white-walled room brighter than it actually is. Bright... Bright is blonde. My sunshine, Lucy. Where is she? I opened my eyes and she wasn't beside me. I panicked. I hurriedly ran down the stairs of the hotel, not caring that my pants is the only thing I managed to put on. I asked the front desk if they saw my 'fiancé' leave. The lady said she haven't left that long.
I ran outside, frantic. Then I saw her coming back. Lucy. Bringing, a paperbag?
"Gray, put some cl—"
"You're not leaving me?"
"Nope, not anymore," she smiled.
"So you left to get those?"
"Yeah, the hotel doesn't serve hashbrowns at the moment so I had to get some from a breakfast shop... And some eggs benedict too! And some other stuff...We need to eat them before they get cold!"
'She's staying with me,' I thought. All I could do was follow her to our hotel room, speechless.
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"I'm taking the risk. Are you sure you're going to be fine, with everything?"
"I'll be fine, Luce. As long as you're here, with me, right now," I kissed her hand.
We went back to Magnolia a few days after California. I had extra cash so, Lucy and I bought a trailer truck. Her, being a decorator, really helped making the interior look cozy. After a month and a half, we decided to take off to new places. To explore and run away from mercenaries, of course...
"I promise, I'm not gonna leave you. Again."
And we drove almost all night; not knowing to where. Our things in cardboard boxes, still packed and untouched since we started our journey. Someday, we'd explain this to her father. If he could just make these mercenaries stop trying to kill us, that is.
✖ ɢя αч ✖
I couldn't publish this yesterday because of technical difficulties. I'm sorry!
This story was inspired by The Script's song: Glowing. Check it!
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