Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 92 Davis had begun to believe that he, Stella, and Christina would never be reunited with the other two. It seemed, to him, that they had been separated for a very long time, when logically he knew that they had only been separated for an hour or so at the most. "It's funny how your emotions can speed up time," he thought to himself. "Sometimes when I am upset, time seems to go on forever, and there are times when I am happy that it seems like I can't get enough of it. And now, in this situation, I want all the time in the world and feared that I could never have it. But we just may have that chance and I fully intend on taking it." Buoyed by his eternal spring of optimism, he stood aside and watched as Bill and Stella embraced. The innocent attraction between the two of them made his heart sigh with longings to once again be young and in love. Marty and Christina stood a little apart from each other, the distance between them mandated by polite society, but it would be clear enough to any bystander that there had been something to come to life between them the last several hours. Davis found his heart warmed by that realization and wished that Bethany was there to celebrate this reunion with him. She was always a sucker for the emotional moments in movies. Bill and Stella were a great physical match; she was lithe, a teenage dancer, with high cheekbones and a beautiful smile, he was brawny and rugged, suggesting a quiet mountain strength that lived in his veins. From what he had learned of the two today, he knew that they would be a great match from the way their minds melted into one another and the way in which their eyes caressed each other. Davis had no fears that they would find a way so that they could always be together. On the other hand, Marty and Christina were the quintessentially overall odd couple of their little group. Marty was an obnoxious, yet lovable, guy whose jokes could tired one out so easily that you would forget that he had other qualities. Christina, on the other hand, exuded charm and grace, something that Marty would never have. And, yet, from what little he had guessed of Christina's past, he could tell that she needed someone like Marty who would be there for her during her depression and still make her smile. Marty was easily five years younger than Christina, but that fact did not appear to bother either one of them. Davis assumed that, once this whole shenanigan with Matthew cleared itself up, Christina would find herself a free woman. And if Marty were to remain by her side through the upcoming ordeal, then there was a chance that they would remain together for a much longer period of time. Davis really hoped that they would last; he felt nothing but love for these two. And then there was he. Davis knew that he had also grown throughout this entire ordeal and that fact made all of the pain and fear worthwhile. He felt like an entirely new man than the one who had woken up this morning next to Bethany. If anything were to make her cry, Davis knew that this change would do so. His wife was fairly predictable on that end. It never failed to make him smile. All of these thoughts and realizations were swimming around in Davis' mind without any sort of conscious thought on his end. It was one of those moments where you are able to forget everything else that is going on around you, so that you can only live for the moment and only feel what is going on that moment. Apparently, the voice that they had heard earlier also had realized the same thoughts that were going on in Davis' mind, for it chose that time to launch another biting declaration of self-righteousness. "You are all scum," it said, "not even worthy enough to be working for me. I don't know why I even bothered to consider you at all." Davis twisted his body this way and that, trying to find the camera that gave away their every movement, but since it was dark, it was really hard for him to see anything beyond their little group. He had hoped to spot a red light to indicate a recording device, but, failing to find one, he decided to do the next best approach: a general flick off motion all around. "Ah, ah, ah," said the voice. "I saw that." Davis could not help but laugh a little at the comical undertones to their situation, but quickly stopped when the voice said, "I hope you have all enjoyed your little reunion, for it is the last time that you will ever see one another on this planet." 21:23 - 11.30.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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