So..guys.. whats up? it's... like May 23.. my last day of school. Like yeah.. let's not talk about how long it's been since I updated this.. yeah let's not.

Hannah Kayyyxx

PS: guys like I didn't mean for this chapter to evolve into what it evolved into.. maybe you'll like it. I don't know. let me know my lovelies :)

Nina:

Hours ticked by, build by endless seconds as the countdown began. KT was the nervous one, constantly checking her watch and updating the group on time. She alienated herself, sitting across the tomb from us in the corner, phone poised in her lap as if waiting for the call of her dead great grandfather, saying this was all just a terrible joke and to not worry any longer.

Meanwhile Amber and I chatted to avoid the awkward silence threatening to overtake us. It was easy enough to preoccupy ourselves with becoming reacquainted. Amber had been enjoying herself at fashion school, yes, but she was glad to be back here in the company of her long time best friends. Though I could tell she was nervous, but i'm not quite sure why. When I asked, she argued she was fine, so I let the subject drop.

I'm not sure how long we sat there, just talking and laughing like old friends before the door to the tomb opened and Fabian popped in. He slowly strolled over, faking a cool and calm expression. "Um, Nina, could I have a word?"

I quirked an eyebrow in response but rose from where I was sitting by Amber and nodded. "Sure.." I replied, crossing the tomb to look at him, but he hedged, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Er.. alone?" He requested and I laughed, but nodded, slipping through the door and outside. He followed and then took the lead, stepping out into the forest and walking slowly into the trees.

I bit my lip. "Where are we going exactly?"

He shrugged before stopping. Slowly, he turned to look at me, dark eyes getting slowly brighter in the glow of afternoon light. "Nina-"

"Don't." I replied, fingers wrapping around my own wrist.

He frowned. "Don't?"

I sighed, taking my face in my hands for a moment of exasperation. "Fabian, we can't do this now."

"Why can't we?" He was completely serious, grown up, eyes smoldering with the pain I'd caused him to go through. It sent a knife through my heart to see it.

"Because.." I sighed, shaking my head and suddenly he was right there, hands extending to wrap around the back of my neck and closer than he'd been in half a year, breath on my cheek setting my entire body on fire.

"Exactly." It was a whisper in my ear, uncharacteristic of the awkward, nerdy Fabian of a year ago. This Fabian had matured into a handsome, strong man, who wanted nothing more than to kiss me right now and it showed in his eyes. The geek was there, though. He was still withdrawn to the feelings, wanting to lean forward, but ever so polite. It was an interesting puzzle I couldn't wait to unravel when this was all over.

For now, I settled for closing the space that separated us and pressing my lips to his. The feelings I'd forced down since I left swelled in my stomach and I pushed closer to him for only a moment, lips lingering against his for a long moment before I pulled away to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, kissing my forehead. "I love you."

The glimmering moment sent me into a whirl wind of memories and feelings and thoughts and needs and wishes, but I said nothing but, "I love you," and kissed him lovingly, right there in the middle of the forest with time ticking and light fading. My hands on his waist. His in my long hair. Lips against shoulders or necks or collar bones and more, I lost track. It was different before though. The hurt grew and swelled, manifesting in this outburst of passion that I never would have imagined.

It was magical. Beautiful. Perfect.