Kyle and Lindy stood up from the filthy mattress Kyle had fallen down upon when the bullet pierced his skin. Holding Kyle's hands in hers, looking straight into his loving eyes, Lindy couldn't imagine going home ever again. He was her home. Where ever he was, she would never yearn to be anywhere else, except maybe Machu Pichu and a few other wonders of the world.
"Take me home, Kyle."
Kyle and Lindy traveled by train, since his motorcycle was left back at the house. Kyle opened the door and as soon as they hit the living room, he stood dead in his tracks. On the sofa sat Kyle's father, Robert.
"Kyle? Is that you?" he asked, getting up and pushing Lindy aside as he hugged his now beautiful son. The push was so abrupt that Lindy fell to the ground.
"What are you doing here?" Kyle asked him, giving Lindy a hand.
"Well, I came to see you. Thought we could do lunch."
Yeah right. Kyle thought. "Dad, this is Lindy, she broke the curse."
"So go on. Get ready." Ignoring the introduction.
"Acutally, dad. Lindy and I are late for something. We're going to Machu Pichu."
"Oh." His father said, disappointed. "Why would you want to go there?"
"It's one of the wonders of the world. Why not?"
"Well, have fun and call me when you get back."
As soon as he left, Lindy looked at Kyle. "Are you really going to Machu Pichu with me?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Figured since I cost you your trip, I'd take you there myself, and anywhere else." He said, giving a hint into his eyes.
Two years later…..
"Kyle, did you ever call your father after we got back?"
"Are you going to?"
"Not after how he treated me and then treated you."