Post by Trinity Anne Nightingale on May 14, 2015 12:36:52 GMT -5
i was very nervous
went to school and i was very nervous. look right through me, look right through me
It had went as well as she could've expected. Realistically, it was a pipe dream for her to think that hearing her voice would make him believe her. That maybe he'd question reality. That just hearing her voice would make something happen. Yes, she knew that sounded juvenile. It sounded stupid, but really, she was a romantic at heart. And her sad, little heart wanted her husband to know her voice, to know it was real, and for it to effect him like his did her. It didn't though. No, her voice seemed to do nothing to him. He got angry, defensive, and was hurt. All logical things to feel if a stranger was pretending to be a deceased loved one. All very logical responses. She logically understood that she was being foolish for hoping for a different response, but she did. Not only did she hope for a different response, it hurt that he didn't know. The kind of hurt that twisted your insides and made you angry. Very angry. It was a good thing she had some semblance of control, otherwise, she'd have likely hurt someone.
Thankfully the conversation shifted a bit after a bit of yelling back and forth. Something said had made Everett doubt the reality of her death. Maybe it was her wedding rings hadn't been found and she still wore them? Or the familar words that she used? She didn't know what got through to him, but nearing the point of her straight up giving up and going against her alpha to get to her husband, killing herself or not, he began to believe. He started asking for specifics of the situations, even talked to Ashaad and Tamara. It was a good sign. After some time, the decision was that he didn't know what she should do or what they should do, but he wanted to see her. Seeing was believing, wasn't it? So, after another screaming match with her alpha, she was allowed to leave the pack and return home on the condition that she was always a member. She'd be a valued member of the pack until the day she died. So, she was given false documentations and everything, so she was an dual citizen of England and America.
It was a whirlwind of activities and preparation, but within a few days she was on a plane. She had suitcases full of 'her stuff', more was to be sent later, an outfit she had to fight to wear, she had a story as to why she was moving, and she was in first class. It was all very strange. Money was strange, especially after a lifetime having just enough and being shoved into wealth. She now had access to money, but she didn't actively touch it. Ashaad and Tamara did all the shopping and made all the choices. Trinity wanted none of these flashy pretty things, she could care less which class she was in to get there. It was getting there, seeing Everett's face that she cared about. Nothing else mattered as much. It was sad to bid them all farewell, but the fact that Everett was on the other side made it all worthwhile.
Pulling a luggage cart behind her, Trinity walked near silently towards where people met up with their loved ones. The room was full of people coming to welcome new family or old loved ones back into the US. Some held signs with foreign sounding names written on them, while others held nothing but the joy on their faces. People embraced, cried, shook hands, and some just smiled at one another. It was all very full and it made Trinity uncomfortable. If it had been as usual, she'd have been in uniform, but now she felt both unseen and like all eyes were on her. Would Everett even see her. Looking around the room, she spotted him before her mind really registered that she did. Walking towards him at first, her lips began to turn upwards as her speed picked up.
After a moments she stood at arm's length from him, her eyes filled with tears of joy. It was so good to see him again. In person. Did he believe now? Without a doubt that she was Trinity? She was watching him, trying to get him to believe it was her with her eyes, but soon she could not take it. Letting go of the cart of her things, she threw her arms around her husband and she cried. Did having him in her arms once again make the last few months worth it? No, not really, but it made her feel just a bit better. "I love you, Everett." she choked out in her tears, trying to show how she felt in that hug. And she also felt a terrible fear that if she did let go, he'd shove her away. That he would deny she was who she said she was. That would hurt. It would hurt so much.
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