The sun rose over the Irish countryside revealing the dotted shapes of cows, sheep and buildings all of which were scattered across the rolling hills. In the distance the ocean sparkled, glittering like an expensive piece of jewelry but all of this natural beauty went unnoticed. The sun illuminated the tears rolling down her face like stars, shining against her pale skin.
Normally she would be embarrassed about showing so much emotion but since he left nothing had mattered anymore. She didn't care that she was being emotional, nor did it matter that there had been a few close shaves with the police regarding a few, fiery explosions. Her brothers could do naught but watch as their sister went on a rampage, heart broken.
She sat on blanket he had given her a few days before he left; on top of the hill they had made love for the first time. As the sun rose something shone next to her, glinting in the sun light, the silver barreled gun he had given her. Of course she had told her brothers she had bought when they had been in Germany but he had given it to her…
"Fi!" he called out into the seemingly empty hotel room "Fi, you here!"
"Michael!" she called out in reply "I'm in the bathroom!"
Michael rolled his eyes as he joined her in the bathroom and saw her fixing her hair "Weren't you doing that when I left twenty minutes ago?"
"And?" she asked, as if asking why on earth he was confused as to why it was taking so long for her to fix her hair "Where I you go anyway, it's not like we need anything." She said with a playful grin on her face.
"I got something for you." He said quietly
She turned to face him with an interested sparkle in her eye "what is it?"
He reached around a grabbed the item he had tucked away in his waistband after he had purchased from on of his contacts, and set it on the counter. Michael watched as her eyes lit up and she reached out to touch it as if it was a wild animal "It's gorgeous." She whispered and as her lips brushed his she murmured "Thank you."
Wiping the tears from her face she took a few deep breaths attempting to compose herself "He never cared. He's trained to drop everything and forget in thirty minutes or less. You should never have gotten so connected to him." She whispered to herself, it had been weeks of this type of talk that had driven her to this moment.
She stood up and looked down at the sparkling waters below her and raised her arm, ready to let go of the last thing she had that connected her to him, the gun. She threw but didn't let go, she couldn't let go. Her eyes sparkled as she looked down at the item she held in her hand, every memory of the past three months rushing through her.
She would move on. It would take time but it would happen. Whatever happened she knew that she would hate him but she would also never forget him.