Roan Ravenshear walked down the street. The meeting with Quarta Jewelers went well. He wished he could say the same about his other appointment. In his opinion, that appointment was the more important one. If only he could get his release papers and his ship released.
Damn Sakella government.
Things were taking too long. He hated this helpless feeling and was tired of being told to be patient. It didn't seem to matter he was honorably discharged from the Sakellan military a few months ago. He was allowed to return to civilian life, but not allowed to leave the planet. It didn't make sense since he was a citizen of Vesmur, not Sakella.
He shouldn't have been a part of their war in the first place. The reason he was drafted was because he owned land here. The Sakellan military all but drooled when they found out about his record as a fighter pilot with the Alliance eight years ago. The military life wasn't for him. He hated living by someone else's schedule and rules. Thoughts of an old holo-photo of one woman was the only thing that kept him going during the war. That dream seemed so vivid. Nothing was going to stop him from going to her when he got his clearance to leave.
The sun came out from behind the clouds and blinded him. He bumped into a woman as he pulled his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket. "Sorry ma'am." He sensed a familiar mind. His vision cleared as he looked down at her. It can't be her.
The dark haired woman stared up at him with green eyes.
"Bella?" Her name came out like an answered prayer. He lifted his sunglasses to get better look.
She froze where she stood. He swore he must've been seeing a mirage or dreaming. The cold air slapped him in the face, reminding him he was awake. He felt a light touch of her mind. It was really her. He granted her access to his mind. They stared into each other's eyes. He grabbed her in a mad embrace. She melted into his arms as time seemed to stand still.
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