*Lilly's pov*

I woke up. I was in a plane. "What?" I whispered to myself. I looked around and Kyla and Terrain were sleeping. Harlem was writing something on a desk and Deon was staring out the window.

I looked at the time. We've only been on the plane for a hour and a half. I sighed and tried to fall back asleep.

When that didn't work I started to look out the window and imagine things in the clouds.

I got bored. I looked over and Harlem was alseep. Deon was still looking out the window.

I stood up and grabbed the pen from Harlem's desk. He had written crude things on there.

I walked back to my seat, but not before Deon and I had a brief eye connection.

I sat and drew a picture of Deon on my hand. It turned out horrible. His face looked like a monster you'd see out of doctor who.

I sighed and looked out the window. I noticed a pattern. It was always the same four things in a row.

In the clouds I saw the devil, ears, otters, and then nothing. Devil, ears, otters, nothing...

Devil
Ears
Otters
Nothing

Deon. I looked over to him. The goddess was clearly sending me messages. I stood up to walk over to him.

Then the plane shook. Outside turned dim. "Okay, there is slight turbulence. We are about to enter a storm, so prepare yourselves." Dave warned us.

Instead of heading to Deon, I went to the bathroom in the back. I looked in the mirror.

The shine on my collar stood out. I looked at my face. It look like I haven't showered in years.

My hair was a mess. I looked tired. I was glaring at myself. Do I always look like this?

My icy blue eyes were digging into my head. They felt tired too. Did Deon see this everyday? And he loves me?

I'm too ugly to be loved. I have a small scar on my face. It's at the top of my fore head where my hair covers it.

When I put my hair up, you can slightly see it. It's not very noticeable. I also have a lot of light scars on my back.

My my worst scar is on my stomach. It is three to four inches wide and it's five inches long. Maybe six.

It's a little dark compared to the rest of my stomach. I shook my head and headed out.

I sat down and took the pen in my hand. It was very dark in the plane since its dark outside.

I don't know why, but I was getting very annoyed. I tapped my foot on the ground and squeezed the pen.

Thunder roared and the pen broke. Black ink squirted everywhere. It got on me, the wall, the window, the seat, the desk, and the seat in front of me.

I sighed. I closed my eyes and laid back in my seat. It took me a moment to relax.

Deon tapped me on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and he was handing me paper towels from the bathroom.

How nice. I took a couple and started cleaning up the wall and desk. Deon took the ink off of the seats.

I started to wipe the ink off of my clothes. I don't even know why, it's going to stain.

Deon took my face in his hands. He crouched down to my height. He turned my face toward him.

He took the paper towel and started wiping my face. I stood still and I looked into his eyes.

He met with mine and couldn't look away. He leaned in and touched his lips to mine.

I closed my eyes. I haven't felt those lips in a few weeks. They were so good. I pushed him away. I put my forehead on his.

"You know we can't." I said. "You mean, shouldn't." He responded. I gave a little smirk. "And you know we want to." He added.

Oh hell yeah I did. After that night three weeks ago, I couldn't stop thinking about him. And I probably would never stop.

Okay, I know we had a rough start, but once I opened up to him, we connected very close, very fast.

What say five months is a long time? We marked each other, right? I pulled back and looked at him.

He looked at me as well. I looked at his neck. I pulled down his shirt a little and looked at his mark.

It was normal. No design. No nothing. Why? Was there a reason I was special?

"Tell me... Am I special?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes, very." I pulled his shirt back up and looked at him again.

"What makes me special?" I asked. "Because you are the most strong, independent, beautiful woman I know."

I tilted my head. "Am I evil?" I asked. Most people would say yes. Even if they didn't know me.

I just look like it. "No. At least not intentionally." He reassured. He stood and sat in the seat across from me.

We sat face to face. I had my hands on the table. Deon reached and covered my hands with his.

His hands were bigger than mine. Maybe because he was older. He's also almost a foot taller than me. I'm short and he's tall. I'm five two and he's... Six? Six one?

I don't know. He's much taller than me. That's all I can say. His skin was a little darker than mine too.

Like he's been in the sun while I've been in the snow. We're very different, but the same. In a way.

"Are we okay?" Deon asked. "Yes." I said. He nodded. "Are you... Okay?" He asked. I nodded. "You?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm alright. Other than being kidnapped and put to war." He joked.

I gave a small laugh. I gave him a small smile as well. He returned it. His hands fiddled with my fingers.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked. I pretended to think about it. "No." I said. He chuckled.

"Since we might not make it out of this alive, I wanted to say something. I want you to know that... Well first, you don't have to say it back. So... I'm saying that I... I love you. And if one of us don't make it back... I love you. Just know that." He said.

I stared at him. Why would he say that. My eyes started to tear up. I sniffed and tried to hold back the tears.

I went to get up and get towels from the bathroom, but Deon grabbed my arms. I didn't want him to see me like this. It's an even more ugly part of me.

"Are you crying?" He asked. "No." I sniffled. I sat back down and put my head on the desk.

Deon took my hands into his hand and pulled my head up with the other. He looked me in the eyes.

"Why are you about to cry?" He asked. "Because you think you might die. I... I just... I could never live without you. I can't even imagine it. You would think you would die... I would protect you. I promised that when we first met. But look at where we are now... I failed. I'm sorry..." I apologized. He shook his head.

"No. We will both live."

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