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Love Letter

My love is like a letter, it still needs to be written and it changes along the way.

I was in a black hole, and it kept pulling me back down. I couldn't move, breathe or talk. It terrified me. All I could do was gasping for air, but nothing happened.
I thought that I would survive, but I guess I didn't.

I started to think about what my mother had told me.
Maybe I needed a change, maybe I really needed to get on with my life and live it right now. Because I don't know whats going to happen tommorow. Maybe I should start living my life like theres no tomorrow.

I gasped when I felt air in my lungs again.
I felt a little bit better but still couldn't talk.

It gave me some time to think.
Maybe, if time could tune in today, and I could turn everything back.
I wasn't sure if I was going to lose this battle against the dark, and I wasn't sure if my life was in my own hands.
Maybe I could find a way, and from now on just try to live my own life.

I had been in hands from the pirates since I was just a little girl.
I had spended every night and day with my pirate family and just couldn't see how I could loose those ties that were connected trough us all.

But I had my own choice, at least I think so.

I could still try to live the dreams I once had.
Maybe if I would take a leap, tried to fit in another world, I would notice how it is to feel alive.
I had to give it all, because that is all that I got.

I wondered who would support me in it. Maybe they liked to see an other Dahlia, an other side of me. But would Mahad still like me if I was different? He loved this side of me afterall. But if he really loved me like he claimed to do, then he would still love me. Well, I hoped he did.
And then we could work on a future, together. Just him and me.
It wasn't that impossible. Nothing is impossible.

But all of it could only happen if I lived like there's no tomorrow. And would accept love, like its the main thing I can do. I would believe in what I felt inside, and believe that that feeling would never die. I wouldn't waste my life a second longer on spending on planning on forever. Because I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow.

But it felt so unsave for me, so unknown.
What if it was just a teen romance between us. What if he only wanted me because he couldn't get me?

I sighed and started to walk around.
The black hole became a world that I knew. It became Puerto Angel.
I could see the light from the lighthouse shining its way trough the endless sky. I could see Mila, walking with Lena, talking to eachother.

I wondered were I was. I searched around the house, the lighthouse and even the pub. But couldn't find a thing.
Then I rememberd that I had heard a heart machine.

I realised that I was at a hospital, but which one?

My mother had told me to follow my heart. So I tried and I ended up being in the St. Lucas hospital, far away from Puerto Angel but close to the fashion blocs. The hospital was named after the big fashion designer Luca San Teiro, how original to call it St. Lucas, especially because it was near the fashion blocs.

A big white board told me that I was on the 5th floor in room T015. I walked toward 'my' room and peered around the corner. I saw a young woman lying on the bed. There was a breathing tube in her mouth, an IV in both of her hands. One was for blood, the other for fluid. There were strains, coming from a heart machine, that went down her hospital gown. She was badly wounded and I didn't knew her.

I felt sorry for her.
She looked like she couldn't feel pain, but I couldn't imagine that she didn't felt a thing.
There was a young man holding her hand, stroking it, while whispering sweet words to her.

"Dahlia, please stay alive. If its not for me, please for Cheng, or Lena. Or someone else like Cortes. I love you, we all love you. I can't imagine a world without you." The man said while kissing the woman her hand.
He laid my hand back on the bed and started to whipe the sweat from my face with a wet towel. He bended over me and gave me a kiss on the forehead before throwing away the dirty towel and getting a new one.

I walked toward the bed and looked at the man. It was Mahad, but there was something different about him. His features were more manly. His face hadn't be shaved for days and he looked very tired. He looked almost a copy of his father, only younger.
The manly features made him look stunning and I couldn't stop looking at him. His face atracted me, he felt more adult.
But this wasn't the Mahad that I knew.
I've never seen Mahad with an unshaved face before.
I thought he didn't needed to shave, since I never saw him a mustache or something.

I looked at the womans head. She looked uncomfortable. I started to recognize a few features. Like her jaws, her cheecks and her mouth that was pressed in an almost straight line.
I recognized me.
Mahad bended over again but this time to check the breathing tube that led to the my mouth.
"I'm in coma?" I asked shocked, but the man didn't turned around, he couldn't hear me, it was like I didn't excisted.

I looked at me again, searching for answers.
Why am I in coma? How long have I been like this?"Mahad, you need to come with us, clean yourself up." Cortes' voice said behind me "the doctor said that she isn't going to wake up for a while, the pain would be to much for her to deal with."

"What if she does wake up?" Mahad asked him but his eyes never left 'mine'.

"Then she would get a heart attack, you look awfull Mahad."

"Thats not funny, Cortes. And you know that." Mahad murmered.

"Mahad, don't be so stubborn, you are coming with us, we will be back as soon as possible. We still have to make a schedule for the Imadori-Blocs. We need them back, we need their technology. If the sphere gets it- we're busted." Mila walked towards Mahad and putted a hand on his shoulder.
"I know that its hard, but please come with us." She begged him.

"Fine, i'll go with you. Just let me put this letter on the shelf" Mahad said as he putted a white piece of paper on the shelf and gave me one last kissed before he left the room.

Letter. Letters?I walked toward the shelf and saw a huge pile of letters. I grabbed the one that was on Top and started reading.

Day 59 – Still not the Last Day.
Dear,

Dahlia,

To my wildest flower, from your blackhaired prince.

59 days without your voice. Well actually 55 days, you whimpered for 4 days in a row. The doctor said that that was when the pain was on its highest level. But I don't believe it, at least not if you compare it on how i'm feeling now.
I feel so empty.
I miss all the silly things you did.
I even miss your mean words – No seriously, calling me a gorilla in a red clownsuit wasn't funny!
But most of all I miss your scent. It smells so different. They keep giving you new blood, and its the dominating thing that you smell in this room.
I miss your blonde hair. I can only see it two times a day because they keep changing the bandage. It still bleeds sometimes and they need to check up on you twice a day.
I miss your big brown eyes that have been shut for 59 days. I miss the dept in them, I miss the comforting and warm color.
I miss your sarcasm, - that you use so much that I was used to it.
I miss it that you don't say something when I kiss you. - Scrap that, I love to kiss you and tease you that you can't say something back since you are in coma.

I hope that you can hear me talk to you. I read the letters to you before I put them next to you. But everyone keeps saying that you are 'asleep' and that you can't hear me. But I don't believe them. I know that you can hear me in your heart.
And I can hear you talk back too me, but only in my head. I wished that you could open your mouth and would say something to me, even if it was 'Mahad, BACK OFF!'. I don't care, as long as I hear your voice.

Well, I guess that this letter is coming to an end. I just need to figure what i'm going to write you tommorow.

I miss you and I love you, with whole my heart. And living one day without you is like a year without rain! Its like an drought thats never coming to an end.

From your blackhaired prince, Mahad.

I felt tears streaming down my face.
I tried to whipe them away but they werent there.
They were invisible.

So he did loved me, he was ready for me and I was ready for him.

I sighed and putted the letter back.
What if love isn't the only solution? I asked myself.
I walked towards the window and enjoyed the view for a while.

A few ships were flying by with huge posters on them.
Februari 14th, valentines day.
And I was in coma. Not that I cared about it before but I didn't knew what I was missing.

I turned around when I heard an uneven beep going trough whole the room, coming from a machine next to my 'body'.

A few doctors and nurses came in yelling "Bring her to the OR, she's having a heart attack".

Great, more complications, is this ever going to end?I thought about it a little to early, since I felt my ghostile body sweeping away and make its way trough my human body.

An unbearable pain went trough me but I couldn't feel it.

The world was swipping away from me, but I wasn't sure if I lost grip on my human or ghost body.

All I could think about was Mahad, Mahad and again, Mahad.

Thank you for reading this chapter. It took sometime for me to write his, especially the emotions from the characters and the letters. How much I wanted it to turn into a love story, I have to accept that the characters are pirates, and are strong no matter what. I think I kinda failed on it.

For who havent noticed yet: I'm working to an end ( NO ). To start a new one, a more mature ( NOT THAT KIND OF ) story. I mean, I want the characters to grow up and move on with their lives, and its to hard to develope that in this story.

Thank you for creepy666anubis for helping me :) (I love you, you are just as random as me!)

Love you all! And this chapter had 1838 words without this, arent you proud :)?