Lujiet was desperate.
She wanted, nay needed to save Moreo''s life!
Her life felt like an empty cookie jar with no chocolates in it, a beautiful finger without any hair on the arm knuckle. Throwing all restraints to the wind, she quickly grabbed some cash and rushed to the airport.
Yes, it was that important.
I know you are shocked that she didn't grab any underwear, but love (money?) is always above petty things like underwear.
Bet you didn't know that.
Anyway, Lujiet to utter chagrin found that all tickets to the isolated mountain were booked full by devoted fans that had nothing better to do than watch people risk their lives. Not even the soft clinking of coins and the rustle of green paper did her any good. Traumatized, she ran around the airport trying to find at least one private aircraft willing to take her, all in vain.
Meanwhile, Moreo was getting off at Venezuela airport from his plane. In the distance he saw a great throng of people screaming and waving at him, their hero. Unsmiling, he took in a deep breath and automatically swore. Every breath he drew still carried a sweet hint of Lujiet's perfume. He couldn't bear the fact that this happened even with her being halfway across the damn planet. His heart did a slow burn at the thought of what could have been... he sighed. He couldn't get to the falls soon enough.
"Frantic" couldn’t even begin to describe the state of Lujiet's mind. Tears that had streamed so freely for the past five hours had begun to run out of stock. Her eyes looked red enough to shock, filled death and lifelessness that comes with helpless despair. She had tried every human way possible to get to Venezuela airport, and had failed spectacularly. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"I must have committed some heinous act in my past life... that is why this is happening...", she sobbed uncontrollably in her mind.
There wasn't anything she could do but berate herself for her stupidity. She blindly hailed a taxi and headed for the chapel. There, she fell down brokenly, and prayed for forgiveness for her sin of committing what she believed was a would-be-murder of an innocent man.
That night was forever recorded in the memories of both Moreo as well as Lujiet's mind. For Moreo, as he lay on his uncomfortable, irritatingly small bed in a well-chosen anonymous motel for obvious reasons, (Want me to explain? You never fail to amaze me with your not-exactly-fast reasoning. Think... if you were a daredevil, who never asked for publicity, and had an unwanted mob of fans, where would you go?) he found himself wallowing in bittersweet memories of the life he had led and a great part of it featured you-know-who.
No, not Voldemort, you idiot, I meant Lujiet.
He remembered the day she had poured a carton of Vitamin-D milk over him in kindergarten, the days they had spent after school playing in the meadows filled with spring flowers where Lujiet kindled her passion for flowers, the lunches they had had together in the middle school cafeteria, the night when they had gone together to watch "The Fruit-fly On The Banana" after which they had first kissed, the night they had first... (okay this time, I want you to use your discretion to understand what I mean.)
For Lujiet it was the night when she actually felt her heart break. She cried, cried and cried some more. After a while, she got up and walked aimlessly in the balmy night on streets that were as barren as her heart. She couldn't remember how she got to her home, and after she went in, she crouched up on her couch and sobbed some more.
To be continued
She wanted, nay needed to save Moreo''s life!
Her life felt like an empty cookie jar with no chocolates in it, a beautiful finger without any hair on the arm knuckle. Throwing all restraints to the wind, she quickly grabbed some cash and rushed to the airport.
Yes, it was that important.
I know you are shocked that she didn't grab any underwear, but love (money?) is always above petty things like underwear.
Bet you didn't know that.
Anyway, Lujiet to utter chagrin found that all tickets to the isolated mountain were booked full by devoted fans that had nothing better to do than watch people risk their lives. Not even the soft clinking of coins and the rustle of green paper did her any good. Traumatized, she ran around the airport trying to find at least one private aircraft willing to take her, all in vain.
Meanwhile, Moreo was getting off at Venezuela airport from his plane. In the distance he saw a great throng of people screaming and waving at him, their hero. Unsmiling, he took in a deep breath and automatically swore. Every breath he drew still carried a sweet hint of Lujiet's perfume. He couldn't bear the fact that this happened even with her being halfway across the damn planet. His heart did a slow burn at the thought of what could have been... he sighed. He couldn't get to the falls soon enough.
"Frantic" couldn’t even begin to describe the state of Lujiet's mind. Tears that had streamed so freely for the past five hours had begun to run out of stock. Her eyes looked red enough to shock, filled death and lifelessness that comes with helpless despair. She had tried every human way possible to get to Venezuela airport, and had failed spectacularly. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"I must have committed some heinous act in my past life... that is why this is happening...", she sobbed uncontrollably in her mind.
There wasn't anything she could do but berate herself for her stupidity. She blindly hailed a taxi and headed for the chapel. There, she fell down brokenly, and prayed for forgiveness for her sin of committing what she believed was a would-be-murder of an innocent man.
That night was forever recorded in the memories of both Moreo as well as Lujiet's mind. For Moreo, as he lay on his uncomfortable, irritatingly small bed in a well-chosen anonymous motel for obvious reasons, (Want me to explain? You never fail to amaze me with your not-exactly-fast reasoning. Think... if you were a daredevil, who never asked for publicity, and had an unwanted mob of fans, where would you go?) he found himself wallowing in bittersweet memories of the life he had led and a great part of it featured you-know-who.
No, not Voldemort, you idiot, I meant Lujiet.
He remembered the day she had poured a carton of Vitamin-D milk over him in kindergarten, the days they had spent after school playing in the meadows filled with spring flowers where Lujiet kindled her passion for flowers, the lunches they had had together in the middle school cafeteria, the night when they had gone together to watch "The Fruit-fly On The Banana" after which they had first kissed, the night they had first... (okay this time, I want you to use your discretion to understand what I mean.)
For Lujiet it was the night when she actually felt her heart break. She cried, cried and cried some more. After a while, she got up and walked aimlessly in the balmy night on streets that were as barren as her heart. She couldn't remember how she got to her home, and after she went in, she crouched up on her couch and sobbed some more.
To be continued
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