With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

The Inevitability of Goodbyes

Agents were used to a lot of things. Despite that fact, it didn’t necessarily mean that just because agents were used to a lot of things meant that it was a good thing. Not really, no. For instance, agents were used to deaths. It wasn’t a particular event one wanted to be used to, but they had to because some agents killed on a daily basis. They were also used to jet lags, but really, that was sort of a moot point because while they were tired, it also meant that they had time before they absolutely had to go back to work.

Agents were used to killing, being close to death, lying, and being almost caught. Despite that, they were also used to living life to the fullest—what with the fact that they could die on the next mission—and they were used to thinking on their feet.

One thing agents had to be used to were goodbyes. They were inevitable, really, because with each mission, a goodbye is needed. Whether it be saying goodbye to one’s enemy, or saying goodbye to that little piece of kindness one still managed to keep even after killing so many enemies, goodbyes were inevitable.

But even though it was something agents had to face on a daily basis, Reini still hadn’t been used to it.

Now, she knew not to be attached too much so that saying goodbye wouldn’t be painful, but she had failed on her mission to protect Samuel.

Yes, she was used to saying goodbyes.

It didn’t mean that that made it less hard or less painful for her to say goodbye to her newfound friends and Samuel when the time came. If anything, saying goodbye was harder because she knew that saying goodbyes shouldn’t be something a person was accustomed to doing.

She had actually marveled at the irony of it all, once.

After all, when were goodbyes actually good?

“Hey.”

Reini looked at Eena who was seated beside her, strapping her seatbelt.

“Are you really okay?”

Reini raised an eyebrow and proceeded to secure her seatbelt around her. “Of course, I am. Why would you think not?”

“I heard you and Samuel talking, you know.”

Reini bowed her head for a moment and took a deep breath. “That was private.”

“I know,” said Eena, looking at Reini, “I’m sorry.”

Reini looked up and gave her a strained smile. “It’s fine.”

“Are you really, though? Fine, that is.”

Reini leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes. “I think so. Samuel might not have forgiven me, but I do know that I’m going to try my best to make him forgive me.” She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at Eena. “How much did you hear?”

“Just until you confirmed that you lied to him,” said Eena, looking straight ahead. “So you’re really going to do your best to make him forgive you?”

“There’s no other option.”

Reini didn’t say that she was also going to try her best to make him love her again. She couldn’t. Eena, while being a very dear friend of hers, wasn’t going to know about just what happened. She couldn’t tell her about Samuel loving her. Telling somebody about that would just make it more real. Telling her what happened would mean that Reini had to face her problems and her fear. A fear she didn’t know she had. To lose something one never even knew one had was something that stung at the end, knowing that she could have had it all.