Okay, so recap Esme meets Wildwing and she starts recapping of when she was with Duke L'Orange…She has a dream and she's first with Duke, then it turns to Wildwing…All right, I have Chapter 7…Here we go:)

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Chapter 7

Esme walked in her school. Everyone was still talking about the game last night. She shook her head and smiled. She knew that everyone was going to be hanging around the hockey team, so that meant whenever they were in the hallway you had to get out if you didn't want to get trampled.

She went up to her locker and started grabbing her stuff for class. She was about to close her locker, until a note slipped on the floor. She crouched down and picked up the piece of her paper. It had her name on it. She knew the handwriting from somewhere, but she couldn't remember where from.

She slipped the note in her pocket. She would have to worry about it later. She slammed her locker closed and walked to her next class.

The day dragged by.

School days after a hockey game seemed to drag on.

She went in the girls bathroom and went into one of the stalls. She pulled the note out of her pocket. That note had been on her mind all day long. She flipped open the note and looked.

She gripped the piece of paper in her hands and she felt her blood boiling hot. She recognized the handwriting. She walked out of the stall and looked in the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She saw the reflection of herself from two years ago. She shook her head. She never wanted to become like that again. She ripped up the note and threw it in the trash. She was going to meet him tonight.

(After school)

Esme slipped on her skates, thinking about what was going to happen that night. She grabbed her bag and started skating away.

"You're not gonna say good-bye?"

Esme came to a complete stop. She looked and saw Wildwing. She felt her feathers ruffle a little. She really couldn't talk to Wildwing. She had so much on her mind and she had to meet up with her mystery writer tonight. Wildwing walked over to her. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Is something wrong?"

She shook her head.

"No, it's just been a long day."

She saw the concern in his eyes. She had to make sure that he wouldn't worry about her, so she pulled the white mallard into a hug. He knew something was wrong, but he hugged her back. She pulled back and looked at the white mallard. He was still a little worried.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm just tired. If something was wrong, I would tell you."

She looked at her watch. She knew in about two hours, she was going to be meeting up with her secret writer.

"Esme,"

She looked at him.

"I have to get going, Wildwing. I'll see you on Monday."

She skated away, before Wildwing could say anything. He scratched his head. He knew that Esme wasn't telling him something, he just didn't know what.

(That Night)

Esme made sure that her mom and her baby brother were dead asleep, before she slipped out her bedroom window. Slipping out of her room in the middle of the night filled her head with old memories. It reminded her of the so many times when she snuck out of the house to go see Duke or help The Brotherhood of the Blade steal something. She gently dropped to the snowy ground. She made sure no one was watching her as she ran for the ally ways. She traveled faster on foot than she did on skates.

She came up to the assigned ally way. She looked around, but didn't see her secret writer. She leaned against one of the brick walls. She planned on waiting all night if she had to.

"I didn't think you come."

Looking up, she saw her secret writer. He jumped down from the building. She looked at him.

"Duke, what are you doing here?"

He walked over to her. Her feathers ruffled at how Duke over towered her.

"I wanted to see you."

He moved his beak toward her's, but she pressed one hand to his chest. She shook her head.

"No, Duke. That's not why I'm here."

He grabbed her wrist, so she wouldn't move her hand from his chest. He missed the feeling of her hands on his body.

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm seeing someone right now, Duke."

He felt his heart twitch with pain and his blood boil hot.

"Does he know you're here?"

"No,"

He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand from his chest. He grabbed her other wrist. He pinned her wrists to the cement wall. Her eyes locked with his eye. She shuddered every time she looked at his black eye patch. She was there when he lost his eye. She took care of him when that happened.

"I thought we had something."

"We did, Duke. But, not anymore. Once I got out of the brotherhood, I left everything behind."

She looked away from him.

"I don't love you anymore."

He pinned her wrists above her head. He used one hand to keep her wrists pinned above her head. He gripped her chin and turned her face toward him, ignoring her startled gasp.

"You look at me and tell me that you don't love me anymore."

She looked right him right in the eye. She wanted to tell him that she didn't love him anymore, but she couldn't form the words. He pressed his free hand to her cheek and pressed his beak to her's. Every single brain cell told her to fight and get away, but her body said something else.

'Why do I still love him?'

DarkAlice0342: Oh, so, Esme still has feelings for Duke…Ooh, this is going to be bad if Wildwing finds out…

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