A/N: This is a very intense chapter, but I hope you enjoy! :] Don't forget to review
Chapter 7
The day they had decided to leave him, was just a small chapter of his life. The leaving, the new beginning, the new life, the new planet, the swords, the battle, the victory. In theory it should be the climax, the part where you dwell on every word. It is the part where you can taste the words on your tongue, and after the last word you hunger for more. In theory that was what it was supposed to be like. But here, now this felt like it. He felt like he was leading up to the climax. He was almost there. At the edge, he could feel the wind in his face, the amazing feeling of about to be falling, into nothingness, and then into death. It was…invigorating! He pulled his mind away from her, trying not to here her words, but they broke through.
"Just take a deep breath, and jump. Because that's all you can do…" She whispered. Okay! He wanted to scream. Okay I'll do it for you; I'll do it because you tell me to, because I love you. He could feel his feet inch forward unconsciously. So he did what she told him to do. He took a deep breath, and jumped, knowing that this would not be the start to his death, but the start to his life. His new life, forgetting her.
Chapter 8
Conduct Report: Schuyler Van Allen- Oliver Hazard-Perry
(Ripped at the bottom, only part of report)
After Schuyler left, I decided to follow her. As her conduct, it is my job. So I got a plane ticket and traveled to France in search for her. But when I got there I fou…
(Ripped)
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Oliver walked down the cobblestone side walk, in Paris France. He had never been to France in his life and marveled at its beauty. A man in a white suit walked down the street and Oliver stopped him.
"m'excusez-vous, monsieur, savez-vous où la chasse de Steven vit?"( excuse me, Sir, do you know where Steven Chase lives?) he asked in French. The man looked perplexed for a second but then smiled.
"Oh, oui. Montez directement ici puis la droite jusqu'à ce que vous atteigniez la banque, et vous êtes là!"( Oh yes, I do. Go straight up here then right until you reach the bank, and you're there!) he answered with a smirk. Oliver smiled back
"Merci!" Oliver said, and walked away.
He loved French; it was his favorite language, the language of love. When he saw Schuyler he would scream "J'adore toi!" He would tell her that he loved her in the language of love! How stupid was he. The last time she had told him she loved him; he had said "I know."
A star wars quote! Was he serious?! He walked by a flower shop and decided to walk in. There he found the most beautiful flower. It was ugly as sin. The outside was black, it looked like ash. It was all crinkled and he would imagine that if you got to close it would hiss at you. But when a streak of sun light hit it, it would open. And inside you would find another small flower, growing within the flower. It was bright and yellow and beautiful. It reminded him of Schuyler. She would were big, baggy, ugly, black clothes. But inside, she was this beautiful yellow flower. As bright as the sun. When Oliver first saw this flower his heart swelled. He knew Schuyler would love it. He would try with all his might to get her, and bring her back. Ever since Rio she had been… different. She had no one, at least that's what she believed. She could have everyone. She had Bliss, Oliver; she could have even had Jack if she wanted to! But she did it for the ones she loved. She would always say that,
"I love you, but I'm leaving because I love you." Didn't she realize that it killed him when she left? Oliver loved her because he loved her, not because of some stupid blue blood ritual. Even though he let her perform the sacred kiss on him, he still loved her. For many more reasons then that. He took a left and then walked straight. When he reached the bank he looked across from it to find a ratty old apartment. He ran up the stairs of it three at a time. Until he got to the door, and found Schuyler on the floor unconscious. And next to her was a man, he was tall, skinny, very lanky. His head was in the crook of Schuyler's neck. His eyes shot up and met Oliver's and they were…gold.