Post by Lady Rebecca on Mar 21, 2008 12:25:18 GMT -6
Returns
The plane flew through the crimson sky as does a shark, swimming streamline through murky waters. The journey was smooth, but the journey for Rebecca was a lot harder. She sat in her seat feeling her heart break in two. She hated leaving Tellia and her cheeks still stung from the tears she had shed on their departure from Tellian land. Another thing that was bugging her was leaving Eckstein. She knew she wasn’t technically- as he most probably wasn’t in Tellia, but it felt that way. She slowly sighed and tightened her grip on Chris’ hand.
Their hands were still together from the take off and Rebecca didn’t want them to part. Chris was, for her, a strong character. He had always been there for her as a friend. Chris noticed the increase in pressure and looked her, he could automatically tell what was on her mind and he tried to give her a sympathetic tone.
“Don’t worry Becky, we’ll be there soon,” he said, softly smiling at her.
She returned this kind gesture, but the thoughts soon reoccurred and her smile faded once more. Feeling her discomfort, Chris began to stroke her hand gently with his thumb. He was glad she was on the flight, safe …but he could tell she wasn’t happy, knowing that was like having a thorn in his heart. He kept her close and uttered reassuring remarks as the plane flew ever further into the mist.
Four hard hours passed and the small plane had reached its destination. The guards, Chris and Rebecca and other passengers parted with it, glad to be on the ground. It was early morning and all of them were quickly ushered into the private sector, where they would all stay until the next morning. Rebecca sat by the window, staring out over the runway. She watched the many planes come and go throughout the course of the day…but her mind wasn’t on planes. Her mind had drifted off, back to Tellia where she had left her heart, without it…without Tellia she felt empty and lost.
Chris was sat the other end of the room. He was also thinking, he thought about his Kingdom, about all the events that had formed over the last couple of weeks. Every so often his eyes would flick back to Rebecca. He didn’t know what to do. He was disturbed from his thoughts when he saw Rebecca now standing in front of him. He stood up to meet her gaze and noticed how strange she looked. She seemed tense, yet determined on something.
“Chris…I…I’m Sorry” she whispered, then moving her eyes down to the floor. Chris moved his hand to her face, making her look back up to him.
“Sorry for what?” he asked, he was defiantly worried about her.
“I…I’m going back to Tellia.” Rebecca replied. “I can’t just sit here and worry. I can’t just sit and wait. I have to go back”
At this Chris signed in defeat. He wanted her to be safe, but he had to let her go back, there was no way he could stop her. He nodded his head, and moved his hand back down by his side. His answer was simple, but absorbed with a complex meaning, “I understand”.
Chris arranged for Rebecca’s return flight and walked with her to the plane. As he waved goodbye, he couldn’t help hoping. Hoping that she would be all right, hoping that she would return and he could see her again. Hoping that she would realise how much he wanted her to stay and heed to it. But one thing he was grateful and thankful for, was that before Rebecca left, she took one last look at Chris and smiled. A smile that meant, in the deepest of terms, ‘Thank you’.