Please keep in mind that, while they do happen to be in chronological order, these are random snippets of story and make no sense when you string them together.
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Eva watched the boy intently, her gray eyes calculating. He ran a hand through his black hair, then pointed at something across the lobby. The blonde girl he was with shook her head.
She nibbled the corner of a candy bar, her free hand resting idly on her hip. Yes, it was him. Of course, he was older now than when she had last seen him, but his glistening sapphire eyes were exactly the same. But why was he here?
She finished the chocolate and watched and the girl for a few more seconds, then turned and threw the wrapper in the trash. She headed for her car. She had work to do.
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It was dark when Cai stepped off the plane, a gust of cold wind blowing through his hair. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Where was Ion? He scanned the crowd for him, pulling out a photograph for comparision. The wind tore it from his hand and it was lost among the crowd.
He felt close to tears, but too tired to cry. He wandered past the throng and toward a wide road lit by streetlamps and headlights from passing cars. He was so tired that he couldn't even be sure he was in the right country at all. A radio thudded somewhere in the distance.
A car horn distracted him from his thoughts and he looked up. A window rolled down and a familiar-looking face shone in the streetlamps. "Cai?"
"Ion?"
The man nodded. "Come on. It is late."
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Christina sat on her bed, a strip of pale moonlight from the window illuminating a fraction of her face. In this light, tears gleamed.
This was the only time she let herself cry anymore -- she knew how it worried them. But she could not simply deny Nolan's death, nor the endless love that had filled her for so long. It was still there, she realized. That was why she was crying. Love lasts longer than the one who it's for. Love cannot be ended with a fall or a bullet or the push of a button as life can. Love endures.
A cool wind brushed the curtains aside. Half-blinded by tears, Tina walked slowly to the window and leaned across the frame. The breeze ran chilly fingers through her curled hair.
After a few minutes of searching the heavens for - what? - , she jumped. Straining to hear over the crickets, she leaned out further. It had probably only been a dog, but she listened hopefully. It had sounded like his laughter. "Nolan," she whispered.
There was no reply, save the scent of his shampoo and the light fluttering feel of his lips upon her cheek.
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