Three Thousand Miles by Deila Longford Page B

that he is being foolish in his actions. He will only find himself to be miserable if he does not regain the power that he has.
    “Michael, you have to talk to him.”
    “Alanna, I would not give that idiot the pleasure.”
    “Don’t talk about him like that.” I pull my arm away from Michaels grip and he looks astounded at my movements.
    “I will talk about that fool in any way I want.” I tut rather loudly,
    “You aren’t funny, or clever. You pretend that you do not care about him, but I can see right through you. You are more worried about him than anyone else.” I frustrate Michael; he rises up quickly and sits again on the chair.
    “I doesn’t matter if I am worried or not, he is an idiot for the way he is treating you. ” I slide the bed covers off my legs , and I edge out of the bed. Michael immediately stands up and approaches me. I look up into his eyes,
    “Michael, you don’t fool me; I know that you are hurting over him.” He sits down next me and he slides is arm over my shoulder, he pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear,
    “Sweetheart, I am hurting but in a different way to you. I promise you that, I will always be here for you. I will never abandon you in the way he has.” I rest my head against his shoulder and I close my eyes. For a second, I pretend that everything is okay and that Michael is my one and only man.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    “Wonderful, I must thank you sincerely for looking after my d aughter.” I hear my mom say as looks up at Dr James.
    “It has been my pleasure and I have enjoyed getting to you know all of you.” He says beaming. I whistle gently while I finish my packing. My mom looks over and smiles to me.
    “Happy my dear, ” I glance over to my mom and flash a friendly smile.
    “I will be glad to back to normal.” I admit. I thro w my wash bags into my overnight bag and zip it up. I walk into the bathroom and switch on the light. I glance over the surfaces to see if I have forgotten anything. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My hair is hung freely down my back and is massively curly, my eyes are huge and I can see that despite the pain they still have their sparkle. My lips are full and are as red as rose. I have chosen to wear a lo o se - fitting sweat suit, my stomach area is still rather tender and I do not want to aggravate my sti t ches by wearing tight clothing. I have not looked fully at the extent of the scaring, although I know that it is prominent. I sigh and stare at my reflection, I am thrilled that I am leaving hospital however; I am very disappointed that Adrian will not be there when I get out. My life will be very different now and , I have come to realize , things will never be the same again.
    “Alanna, are you ready?” My m om shouts. I look again at the girl staring back in the mirror; I exhale and switch of f the light as I close the door behind me. I walk over to my bags and I see that my m om has already lifted them from the bed.
    “Mom, let me help, give me one of the bags.” I say reaching my hand out to her. She quic kly swats away my hand.
    “N o, A lanna I can manage.” I sigh, as I pout my lips at her and then I turn to Dr James. His deep brown eyes are wide and beaming, but somehow he still looks deeply sadden ed . I walk over to him and smile up at the six foot - two, dark haired doctor.
    “James, are you, okay?” He nods his head quickly.
    “Of course, I am fine.” I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at him. “Really Alanna, I am good.” Somehow, I do not believe him. He looks very miserable and I am almost sure that it has something to do with Emma. I feel compassion towards him; I know how hard it is to love someone, who fights their feelings with everything they have. I understand how James feels about Emma, as it is similar to the way I feel, about Adrian. I get his emotions and I know the pain that he has to fight every