Chapter 49: Guilt

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Annika Remo

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Annika Remo

It's been a couple of hours. The night sky played shapes as I watched out the window of the plane. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and wonder as I gazed at the stars, thinking about the vastness of the universe and my place in it. The hum of the plane's engines provided a soothing background noise, lulling me into a state of relaxation.

The war was still on my mind, but for a moment, I was able to forget about it and appreciate the beauty of the world around me. It reminded me that even in times of chaos, there is still so much to be grateful for and find solace in.

I hope Matteo is safe I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes and let the gentle vibrations of the plane carry me away, hoping that when I opened them again, the world would be a little bit brighter.

"Mrs Annika." I woke up with a peaceful voice, gently rubbing my head from the pain and discomfort of my long flight.

"We are landing, Mrs. Annika. Please put on your seatbelt." My body and mind aren't present; I left everything with Matteo when I left. As I fastened my seatbelt, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I wish I didn't have to leave. All I want is for him and my father to be safe. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the guilt that was consuming me.

The door opened, and I followed the men down the stairs of the plane into the black car waiting outside for me. As the car drove away. Leaving them behind was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I knew deep down that it was for their own good.

I didn't even ask where we were; I simply sat there in silence, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. The weight of my decision hung heavy on my chest.

"I think you would like to know that we are in Rome." The unfamiliar streets and sounds of the new country only added to my confusion and doubts. But as I took in the beauty of the Italian countryside, I felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out okay in the end.

I didn't even realise we had arrived. The man's voice interrupted my thoughts: "We're here." I looked up at the towering castle before me and couldn't help but wonder if this was the right decision. The huge gates opened, letting the cars in. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was an adventure, a chance to explore a new place and experience something different.

As we stepped out of the car, the warm Italian sun filled my face.

"Annika!" My eyes move from the sky to a familiar face. I thought to myself as I recognised the person standing in front of me, "It can't be." It had been months since we last saw each other, and yet here we were, standing face to face in an unknown country.

"Ruby?" I couldn't believe my eyes. I took a slow and steady step towards her, trying to process the fact that we were finally reunited after all this time. As I got closer, I could see the smile on her face and feel the warmth of her embrace, and I knew that no matter how much time had passed, our friendship was as strong as ever.

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