It was amusing to watch Corrine attempt to peek outside her blindfold. He got the sense she was the type who'd shake Christmas packages in her youth
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Shake packages? Try shredding a little corner and trying to get a peek before completely repackaging. Patience isn't one of the strong points.
"I'm not," she says a little defensively but still with a huge smile plastered on her face. "I can be patient. It's just, y'know, a lot of effort." The past few days have been slow, and slow is good. Plus, this is a whole lot of fanfare as far as she's concerned, and fanfare means cool stuff. Vibrating out of her seat may be a concern.
After another couple of minutes, the craft lands, and Sand leads her out of the craft onto...
...sand. Immediately, she smells the ocean, and feels a warm breeze on her face.
Sand removes the blindfold, and Corrine feels the sun on her face. She looks around, and it looks like Hawaii, but nowhere near as developed. The trees, the sand, the foliage...all of it looks...UNTOUCHED.
Beachside is something Corrine gets immediately. Maybe Kenton's a little removed from the coast, but she grew used to weekends down at the shore through her college years. You never really get over that awesome feeling of being so close to the ocean.
The sun blinds her for a second and she blinks against it, starting to take a look around. She's smiling but looking confused. Where are the tourists? The stores? There's not even a sound of traffic off in the distance. "I-- this is--" She's kind of breathless. "Where are we...?"
"Roughly 150 nautical miles from the Florida Keys, on an island roughly the size of Metropolis and its suburbs. The problem with it in terms of tourism is that its pretty much isolated - there's not enough neighboring islands in order to make development feasible. Because of this...and because it was the daughter of an old friend of Wesley's, I got a fairly good price for it."
"Please don't-- I'm not upset at you. I know you meant well." She takes his arms and pulls them around her. She needs it right now. "What Caleb and I had is ours. Just because my heart belongs to you now doesn't negate how I felt then, and that it was an important thing for me. I can't take that back and give it to you, and I don't want to. I loved him first, that's just how it happened. That's not yours, Sand. You can't touch it. It's been tainted by Neron and circumstances, but it still belongs to just he and I."
She collects herself with a few deep breaths and gives him a genuine smile. "What we have is sacred, too; kissing you for real the first time. That morning on the couch with you holding me, like nothing was going to break us and I wasn't alone. Praying and begging God to give me a second chance to have the rest of my life with you, and then seeing your eyes flutter open and seeing me first. This." Her hand dips around to twine in his and she grips tight. "No one else will ever be able to touch those. What I have with you
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Sand takes it all in, and nods. What she said made sense, and was fair, and she was right.
"I...I'm sorry. You're right, that was unfair of me...it's..." He takes a deep breath. "Having spent my life alongside someone who's every prophetic dream came true, someone who's had every prophetic dream come true, and now not only has to glimpse hard future, but also relive the past in way I can't even control..."
His composure slowly starts to crack. "I'm trying with every ounce I've got to convince myself that us is real and it's not going anywhere. But that thought goes against everything that is rational to my life, simply because every prophecy that's ever come near my life has come true. Every...last...one. I'm...I'm trying..."
Corrine's arms go around him and pull him close. She wishes just her grip could be enough to convince him that she's here and this is where she wants to be beyond anywhere else in the world. "I know," she says solidly. She shakes her head and smiles even through a line of tears. "I can't live with the sick feeling that at any moment someone else's plans are going to tear us apart. I don't even know if that's part of His plan, and I can't presume to know. Maybe it's about time all of us chilled out and stopped assuming anything. Nothing about my faith or finding God was ever simple. The only thing I knew for certain sometimes was that there was something that compelled me to Him, and I needed Him in my life. I needed Him beside me even if sometimes I didn't know why, or if it would go well for me in the end. I just had to have faith in what I felt and what I knew to be real
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"I'm not," she says a little defensively but still with a huge smile plastered on her face. "I can be patient. It's just, y'know, a lot of effort." The past few days have been slow, and slow is good. Plus, this is a whole lot of fanfare as far as she's concerned, and fanfare means cool stuff. Vibrating out of her seat may be a concern.
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...sand. Immediately, she smells the ocean, and feels a warm breeze on her face.
Sand removes the blindfold, and Corrine feels the sun on her face. She looks around, and it looks like Hawaii, but nowhere near as developed. The trees, the sand, the foliage...all of it looks...UNTOUCHED.
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The sun blinds her for a second and she blinks against it, starting to take a look around. She's smiling but looking confused. Where are the tourists? The stores? There's not even a sound of traffic off in the distance. "I-- this is--" She's kind of breathless. "Where are we...?"
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She collects herself with a few deep breaths and gives him a genuine smile. "What we have is sacred, too; kissing you for real the first time. That morning on the couch with you holding me, like nothing was going to break us and I wasn't alone. Praying and begging God to give me a second chance to have the rest of my life with you, and then seeing your eyes flutter open and seeing me first. This." Her hand dips around to twine in his and she grips tight. "No one else will ever be able to touch those. What I have with you ( ... )
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"I...I'm sorry. You're right, that was unfair of me...it's..." He takes a deep breath. "Having spent my life alongside someone who's every prophetic dream came true, someone who's had every prophetic dream come true, and now not only has to glimpse hard future, but also relive the past in way I can't even control..."
His composure slowly starts to crack. "I'm trying with every ounce I've got to convince myself that us is real and it's not going anywhere. But that thought goes against everything that is rational to my life, simply because every prophecy that's ever come near my life has come true. Every...last...one. I'm...I'm trying..."
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He chuckles in the face of his own pun. Sometimes he wonders if anyone shares his sense of humor at times.
He then looks in her eyes and smiles. "I think we both needed that."
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