I had promised her. I had promised that I won't ever set a foot in Italy.
But the thought of seeing – being – with her again was too tempting. Surly she wouldn't – couldn't – be angry at me for long.
Smiling, I rested my head on the head rest. Not long now.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captains speaking. We're sorry for the delay, and the flight will take off in five minutes. Thank you for listening and we hope you'll have a comfortable trip with Qantas airline.
I was getting impatient; why couldn't I hear her voice?
Edward, I smiled in response. Finally.
Edward, please, you don't have to do this.
You're right, I told her. I don't have to do this, I need to do this. I love you.
Edward, please. A sob entered her voice. Instantly, I stopped smiling. She shouldn't be crying. Please. Don't do this. For me.
Everything I do is for you, love. Don't cry. I'll see you soon.
Nothing, not even my hallucination would stop me from making this decision. With irritation, I shut my lids, wished the plane would start flying.
I'm not worth it. Please, think of Esme, what would it do to her?
At the thought of my mother, my heart contracted.
No one is more important than you, I told her, shutting the thoughts of Esme away. Nothing will stop me being together with you now.
But don't your promises to me mean anything to you? She pleaded. I kept my promises to you.
I sighed; I thought she already knew this. Haven't I told her a thousand times at least? Nothing is more important than you.
Then why won't you do this for me? She demanded. Live, live for me.
I'm a selfish creature, love. I won't always do the... right thing, I guess. Define the right thing.
"Excuse me sir?" a voice said, snapping me out of my conversation. Irritated, I looked up, and the air attendant flinched.
"Yes?" I tried to make my voice even.
"Um, well, uh" Uh, what was I thinking? God, he's so hot. "I was, uh, wondering if you want, some whisky."
I rolled my eyes. "No, thank you." I said nonchalantly. She got the hint.
"Have a good trip sir."
I sighed, then closed my eyes. I'm coming, love.
AN: What do you think?