It was a long flight, my stomach tied in knots, looking at the dark land of America disappearing into a night-black sea, and then only thousands of miles of water before we touched land again. Flying creeps me out. I guess it's my age. Can't get used to something this unnatural, which is sort of funny, given what I am
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Lotz of luv xoxo,
Rachel))
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"I'm so not in the mood, so let's make this quick," i said turning and knocking the figure to the ground. Kneeling on top of him, stake ready, i saw his face. His gorgeous cheekbones, bleached hair. It was Spike. The Spike I've craved for months...In the flesh.
"Bloody hell, love," he said, rubbing his face. I was in complete shock.
"You've still got a strong right hook." He said smirking a bit.
"Sp...Spike? Is it really you?" I asked...tears coming to my eyes as I touched his face. I couldn't believe it. 'Please dont let this be a dream! God, please let this be real...' I pleaded in my head. Looking into his deep ble eyes.
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"It's me, love," I said softly, as she touched my face. I covered her hand with my own. "It's so good to see you."
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