AN: well..you can thank Banana_tree for this chapter. She helped me a LOT and already knows half of the plot of this chapter already. This goes to you, banana!

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James POV-

I wasn't able to fully shake myself of the situation I was in the few minutes before. Taking a brave yet shaky breath, I got up from the dark lounge. I knew it wouldn't work. I knew it couldn't be a secret for so long. I had hoped I'd get away before Greta Levine would find who I am, the both of me, and hate me forever, but that fantasy wasn't seeming to be coming true.

Opening the door, I had felt my heart race. What if the stewardess was still there, waiting for another round? I seemed to become paranoid of everyone around becoming her. The way she threatened Greta and the Martin's was beyond frighting. If she was under the influence of who I had suspected, they were in trouble.

Walking just as quickly as I had done getting here, I raced back to the sanctuary of Greta Levine. Lucky for me, she wasn't there yet and was just coming back from her Sweets trip, carrying a white paper bag with the 'Cinnabon' logo on it.

"Hello there!" Greta exclaimed, cheerfully as she plopped down on the bench in sync with myself.

"Hey..." I breathed out. Greta's head tilted slightly in curiosity.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, just not feeling well."

"Is it something Cinnabon can fix? I bought a big one just in case you wanted to share." She gave me a warm smile and it seemed like all my problems from before were gone. The butterflies knocked my stomach around in a good way than what was given before.

"You're not going to give up until I eat this...high blood pressure inducer, right?"

"Yup! Now try it, or else." They way she threatened me, I knew it was a joke, but it reminded me of the stewardess. The tumbleweed in my mouth churned as a weak smile spread across my face.

"Alright, you win." I tried to joke. Pulling out a ginormous cinnamon roll, she pulled a part of it off with the black plastic fork.

"Here. It's a life changer, I promise."

"And if I don't like it?" I challenged.

"Then... I'll watch a Horror Movie without putting a pillow in front of my face or something."

"I don't want to torture you! That's way too hardcore." I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

"It's a big deal for me! Now hurry up, I'm getting impatient." She handed me the fork again. I tentatively took the plastic utensil in my fingers and teasingly moved it to my lips in slow motion. Greta was hanging off the edge of her seat with every small move I made. You could see the impatience in her eyes and the grin on her face widened. "Ah! You butt!" She exclaimed as I burst out laughing, bringing the fork back down.

"Fine, fine. You win, see?" With a swift motion, I put the pastry on my mouth. Her eyes widened.

"So...?" Greta said as I immediately put it in my mouth. She didn't give me time to chew. As I put a finger to signal her to wait, I chewed it frantically. Greta leaned in closer with curiosity.

"It's pretty good. Still tastes like a blood pressure inducer...but none the less good." I said after a while, giving in to her excitement.

"Yes!" Greta jumped up from her seat and put her fists in the air. Maurice and Lawrence's gaze, along with the rest of the airport was fixed on the crazed woman in front of me. "Sorry, I get loopy when I'm tired."

She sat back down, and I chuckled a little through the chewing I was doing in my mouth. Greta looked over at me, and smiled smallish. "I better eat some of this before it gets gross, do you want more?"

"No, I'm honestly fine. Too tired." I dismissed her, and looked the other way, biting my nails. I heard Greta sigh quietly, so quietly, you'd have to be blanking out all your attention on everyone else and only on her to hear it. Which was what I was doing.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her put the Cinnabon on the ground before her and lean back in her chair. I looked the other way towards Greta and caught her passed out. How she fell asleep so fast, I'd never know. Her arm that was on the small arm rest that separated Lawrence from us held her sleeping head. Looking at her gave me a sort of mellow feel that made me want to sleep. For all I've known her, she's been goofy and happy, seeing her sleeping was like a whole new side of Greta she hid. She looked calm yet troubled in her sleep, like when the sunset only goes down like a red-orange, instead of a blend of purple-pink-red-orange.

As she dozed off, I sat uncomfortably in my seat with my thoughts. Without Greta as a distraction, I was alone. Without Greta, I became paranoid again. I was constantly looking for someone to take her away from me. All of them.

And it only took this moment. This reassuring and life changing moment. The moment I realized why I was doing all of this, why Greta was in all my crazy thoughts. Yes, I'm a psychopath, so yes, that means one thing consumes my mind.

But what else? What else makes me stay besides a hunger for happiness and satisfaction?

How could the other side of me do all this for Greta as well besides the thirst for blood and suffering? The Criminal James Moriarty does anything only for himself, but when Greta and I had our first date. He stayed away from my situation only when Greta was around.

Greta and I have always been just Greta and I. There was no bad me. He stayed away, he let us go, but why? All of this was starting to get more and more confusing.

And as I was thinking and theorizing, I didn't realize at first that Greta's head was laying on my shoulder. Her hair was touching my neck, and I could hear her small breaths.

And as I looked down at her from where I was, careful to not move so I wake her, I realized why. Why I'm doing all of this. Why I'm risking my business every time I'm coming to the USA. Why I bother listening to her life stories.

I think- no. I know I love her.

I love Greta Levine.

I love the way she does everything, the way she is so pure. I love the way she smiles when her eyes squint and her nose scrunches. When she laughs, it sounds like melted candy. I've seen her cry, smile, and dance and I'm addicted to her happiness that I'm lacking.

Laying my head on top of hers, I felt myself smile as I fell asleep just as she had, giving myself up to the day, as Greta gave herself to the night.

I dreamt.

For the first time in years, I dreamt.

I dreamt of the color purple as it danced and swayed, then the color blue, dancing just as well. The two colors danced together making an indigo.

Then I saw the sun come out and the color indigo swept through the air. Different parts of the world watched as the Indigo danced as it had in the nothing. It created more, more beauty as it passed the Eiffel Tower, The Statue of Liberty, and the Great Wall Of China.

They danced for hours and they danced without song, only the song of the wind, Sky, and Earth.

The dream ended and left me with no other recollection of what had happened. I knew there had to be more, possibly the destruction of everything beautiful, my mind thinks like that after all.

But then I heard an indescribable sound and the more describable sound of screaming. There it is, the twisting of my mind. I had remembered the other part of my dream. But then I felt shaking, and Greta calling my name and realized it was no dream.

"James! James, wake up! There's been a shooting!" She sounded desperate, like if we didn't leave now, it'll all be over. "James, please! I'm scared!"

I snapped awake, and looked around at my surroundings. I was in the bench still but Greta was no longer with me. She was in front of me, shaking me awake tears were at the rim of her eyes.

"Oh, thank God!" She started crying as I faced her and wrapped herself around my neck. "We have to go, we're some of the only people still in here!" She whispered in my ear over the chaos of people fleeing the airport.

"What's going on, follow me," I got up from my seat, and caught sight of a statue with a dark, black curtain placed in the side. The wall was in a corner, the perfect place behind the curtain. As we put ourselves there, I gave her a chance to speak.

"Two men have guns. Their shooting up the place." She kept her calm and tried to speak quietly. "Almost everyone left the airport. Only a select few are still in here, you slept through the the first gunshot. They haven't shot anything else yet."

You couldn't tell she was panicking but if you knew anything about her past, you could tell she was thinking about how her parents were shot.

"I don't want anyone else getting hurt, please. We have to get out of here with Maurice and Lawrence. She was calling the police as she went out with him."

I nodded my head.

"Okay. Okay. I'll get you out of this, I will stop them, I promise."

"Me? What about you?" She whispered louder, her eyes were wide.

"That's not necessary." I gave her a small smile.

"No." She pushed my shoulder. "It is. I need you here. With me. Ten years, remember?" Greta's face went from scared to firm as she referred to Jackson's relationship. "Promise me." She held up her pinky.

"You can't make me-"

"Promise. Me. I can't have you leaving me too." Her eyes were firm, the cold gray they were when I just met her. I would have sworn there was red, but I figured that would be slightly insulting. As I sighed in defeat, I hooked my pinky with hers.

"I promise. I'll come back." We stared at our interlocking pinkies, without taking them out. "But if I don't-"

"Don't... say that-"

"It's the reality of the situation, Greta Levine. You know that, right?" I looked around frantically, to make sure we had time. I was able to see the men shooting up the place. One was big, and fat, in a huge dark brown coat and cargo pants. Over his bald head was a cap and a creepy smiling mask with big eyes and small pupils. Bright pink cheeks were at the very top of his grin.

The other man, with an identical mask, was much skinnier and wore a dark blue ski jacket and skinny black pants. He wore no cap, but his dark brown hair was flopped on top of the mask.

"You do understand there's a possibility if I do what I need to." I returned to Greta who had more tears in her eyes that threatened to spill and I knew they would if I did what I wanted to. What I really, really, wanted to.

"Yes. And you are so stupidly brave if you do it." She chuckled a little, our pinkie fingers never let go. I chuckled too, our foreheads touched as I whispered.

"These four months have been the best I've had. I've been happy for the first time since I've rejected the thought of it. With you, I realized everyone deserves joy. But no one deserves anyone like you. And if I die while doing this, know I did it all for you and it was more than my pleasure." At this point, a tear of my own, which never happened before, had spilt. My voice was shaking as I felt her entire body tremble at the power of my words. "I hope you can forgive me for putting my life on the line like this, but you need to live."

"Of course I'll forgive you. Why-why would ever think like that?" Her other hand that was not around my pinkie went around my neck, pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you for letting me love you."

I heard her small gasp. The same volume as her small sigh. That heartbreaking sigh that would need all attention on the planet just to her to hear.

"Thank you, for showing me what love looks like. Even if it was in a span of four months, it felt like ten years." She joked, still crying. A scream of terror and a gunshot was heard from across the lounge where we were just hiding.

I rushed out of the curtain, missing my chance to do the one thing I truly wanted to.

I thought I was ready. But something inside, told me to wait. Wait to kiss her even if you don't want to.

An: WOOOOoooooo I'm literally beat writing this chapter...

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