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Leim sighed and looked down " me and my grandma was close when I was younger, one day she got on a plane to go on a trip to change her life, and it did, she was in the air and the plane malfunctioned, the engine blew up and the plane went down" tears started to come out of his era an his heart rate picked up " I was 16 and had to go identify my own grandmas body because no one else would take time out of their day to go see if it was her" |
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Lucille listened, tears welling her eyes. "Oh, leim... I'm so sorry..." she breathed, leaning down and hugging him, careful not to hurt him. |
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" ever since then I told myself I would never put someone through seeing me like that so I would never get on a plane " |
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Lucille nodded, holding him tight. "Its okay, love. I understand," she whispered to him, comforting him. Once he'd calmed down, she pulled away and sighed. "Im gonna go take a walk and think, okay? I'll be back in 20," she whispered, kissing his head and getting up, walking out. She wandered out onto the street infront of the hospital, sitting on the bench near the front door and just letting it all out. She sobbed into her hands. There was no way she was going to this jumping circuit now. Leim was so badly hurt, the next boat that would get to Europe in time would leave tomorrow, and Leim was not getting on the boat because he was so hurt, and Lucille couldn't spend a week vomiting into a bucket and then turn around and go right into a competition. Leim wouldn't fly, and Lucille wasn't going to make him, but Lucille wasn't going to leave him, she couldn't do long distance. She knew there was no other choice but to not go. So she'd crush her own dreams. There was no going back next year. The qualifying shows to earn enough points to go cost a fortune, which her parents paid for, and now with them gone too, there was no way. After a bit Lucille sniffled, wiping her tears away and going back up to Leims room. "...I've decided Im not going," she murmured, pretending she was fine. |
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Leim laid in the bed ad once she got back as said she wasn't going he sit up " no you are going,"he sighed " I'll fly" he said " I'm now thing you ruin your dreams just for me and my trama over flying I've already paid for the tickets to fly to Europe and for your horse to get there to " he grabbed his phone and showed her the tickets " you are going and I am to, I know you can't do long distance, and I don't want to brake up so I'll fly for you, I'll just have to take something before I fly " he said not wanting to let her leave her dreams |
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"Leim, stop," she interrupted him. "We're not going. Im not going, and your not putting yourself through that," she muttered, crossing her arms and looking down. |
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" we are going its your dream and I know how hard it is to get enough points to qualify for next years, I bought the tickets and we are going and if you don't want me to fly then I'll drive and you an your horse fly and I'll get there before your first competition, I told you I'd be there for you as my wreck opened my eyes and showed me that we have so much to love for and we need to follow our dreams, so you are going and don't say your not" he said more Stern now |
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Lucille just sighed. She didn't reply. A part of her knew that she really, really wanted to go, but a part of her was telling her to do what was right, which was to not go and stay here while Leim healed and properly. She just shook her head, crossing the room and sitting on the chair, gazing out the window. |
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" look I know you think I need to heal but I'll be fine, I don't want my injury stop you from your dreams because then I'm the one to blame so please go, I'll be with you every step of the way and I'll even go see the Europe doctors, I was told they are the best for broken bones " he said softly |
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Lucille hesitated. It was so selfish of her to make him go and she felt absolutely horrible about it, but she still wanted to go. "You promise you'll take it easy?" |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
