Hi peps. It is lovely to have you pursuing my written word once again. Today's chapter is back in the present day just after chapter 1. Even though it is a short chapter it is jam packed full of secrets and information so keep up. Thanks for you reviews. I enjoy receiving them which may sound weird but I do
Chapter 4- Happy memories
Frank's P.O.V
'It's in the past Stella. Come on its ok' I soothed
I had managed to calm her down and get her back home. I thought that she would react in the same way when she had found out before.
'I know but when I saw the photo I just remembered all the pain. The pain that was there at that time'
'Do you mean the assault on the KORPS base?' I asked but instantly regretted it
She turned her face away from me and nodded.
'I was writing the report for the mission that day. I just wanted to try and forget but it always comes back to haunt me in one way or another'
'Stella it's in the past. It's gone'
'It's not gone! It'll always be there!' she shouted
'Hey it's alright. There are always bad parts but there were more good bits than bad. Do you remember all those drinks?
A flicker of a smile crossed her lips. She remembered.
Stella's P.O.V
I tried to focus on the happy memories that I held onto. The fun that we had. The people we met. The friends we made. The relationship we formed.
'Do you remember our anniversaries?' I asked
'Yeah' he smiled 'Titanic, a bottle of wine, and a takeaway'
'Romance at its best' I laughed
Every month on the 23rd July we would go to Frank's, curl up on the sofa and enjoy the film. We never got tired of it. It was one of my favourite films mainly because it made me cry. It bought out my softer side. After Titanic I would never sit down to a film without a box of tissues. Somehow when we watched a film together he would always manage to keep it together. Titanic was mums favourite film as well. Everything reminded me of her and dad after their death. It wasn't helped by the way that I decided to cope. I used to do as a kid when I was stressed or upset. It used to help back then but it didn't after I grew up.
'You loved it. By the end of the night you were in tears because of Titanic.'
'I couldn't help it. It just made me cry' I smiled
'See there are always happy memories. Even if you have to dig deep to find them'
I curled into a tighter ball and focused on something on the wall. It was a picture that I bought in a car boot sale three years ago. It was just a view from a window, nothing special but it always made me think. It made me think about what I could have done with my life if I hadn't have decided to become a spy. When I was a kid I always set my heart on being a teacher. It had always been my dream. What would have happened if I had become a teacher? Would any of this ever happened? Would my parents have become agents? Would they have died? Would I have met so many people I had come to care for?
Would I have met Frank?
Would I have found my brother?
7 years ago I found out that I had an older brother. His name was David and he had been taken from us when he was just 6 years old. I was only 3 so I didn't remember any of it. He was living up in the Shetlands. I went to see him once and he came down to London to see me. The last time I saw him was….. Was at the funeral.
See lots of info packed into tiny chapter. You will find out what Stella's way of coping was in the next chapter but in the meantime I would like to hear your guesses of what her way of coping was. I love my reader's feedback and this way I feel like I'm including you in the story.