A love between heaven and earth Part III Final (Emma Version)

Jefferson produced in me an insatiable frenzy, took over my most intimate thoughts, became what relieved my thirst for passion and for feeling loved by a man; every time I was with him I could not lose a second to look at him even if it was out of the corner of my eye, sometimes my mind crossed the silly thought of feeling intimidated, of not being the woman he deserved, and that I was below his standards for not having the same economic position as his. But, many times these thoughts were countered by being a participant and witness of their humble attentions to me, the simplicity with the way he expressed himself before me, the way he treated me made me feel that he was really special, more than any other woman who has crossed his life.



A short time later I got used to the idea and the fact of waking up next to him, I could feel his caresses in the mornings, but I always did the sleeping to continue enjoying as he admired me in silence, I loved to feel the warmth of his fingers down my cheek, and the gentle caress of his hand moving from my shoulder to my forearm, was really cozy. The times I woke up he was there beside me smiling with one hand supporting his head and the other going through my face removing any hair that ran through his fingers.



We had the habit of waking up in that way, many other times he woke me up with breakfast in bed, of course it was not prepared by his hands, but the attention and his intentions awakened in me a desire to love him beyond just wanting him and wanting him immensely. And so it was, that way over time my feelings were fitting with every moment I spent with him, I was completely in love and in a way I knew that Jefferson was also in love with me.



—I know that many times I've asked for this, but I want you to consider stopping working on the airline and coming to work if you want with me—Jefferson mentions me on the way to the airport. I did not like the idea of stopping working to end up alone in a house waiting for him, but this time I was going to think carefully as I had the option to keep working but being close to him, it was not a bad idea.



— Okay, I'll think about it— I reply smiling at him and then kiss him on the cheek. The car stopped at the entrance of the airport, I said goodbye to him while several of my friends greeted him even when the door of my post was open.



—Good-bye, Mr. Jefferson,—my friends say, almost in unison, I smiled sadly and he enjoyed seeing me like that, I knew I felt sorry every time that scene happened. Again I say goodbye to him sending a kiss to the air and closed the door of the car.



My friends and I were going to the flight attendants' room where we were getting ready before going on a trip; Suddenly I hear someone shout desperately, alert me thinking it could be someone armed, or one of those extremist groups doing their own to get attention.



—Girls, did you hear that?— I ask them while I stop.



—No Emma— responds one of the girls who was still by my side. It seemed totally strange to me that no one heard it, I could swear that a woman clearly heard screaming help.



It was a few minutes before the first flight took course, but curiosity did not leave me alone, I told the girls that I would be back in a minute, that I would go to the bathroom to take advantage of investigating what it was about. Indeed when I go to the central hall where there were a hundred people buying their tickets and doing the inspection of their bags and belongings, from a distance I see a woman crouching in the middle of people crying and screaming, could not understand how people passed by her side without even looking at her, it was as if she were not there for them.



—Madam, are you okay? — I approach her crouching to verify that it was fine. Suddenly she turns up her face, she was a young woman but somewhat emaciated from so much crying, her face was covered in tears and smudged mascara.



—We all died that night, everyone is dead,— the lady repeatedly says, holding me in my arms, I could feel the terror she had and the despair. I could not understand what she was talking about, but her desperation prevented me from understanding, so I helped her get up and we looked for a place to sit down. When I finally had a chance to calm down, I was able to ask her a few things about her to know how to help her. But she just answered me with something that caught my attention



—That night on flight 79 we all died— she says in my ear, a face of panic on his face, as if someone was looking for it; She looked over my shoulder, I turned my head to see what it was, but there was no one, I joined again but she was suddenly gone.



— What are you doing here? It's time to tackle — someone touches my shoulder which made me shudder; It was one of my companions.



— Of course let's go.



For nothing in the world I could find the reason for such a situation, and I did not have the means or the time to investigate more about what happened; I expected a long journey.



Everything went smoothly, the hours had passed quickly, there were very few passengers who requested some help during the trip. Take a moment to send a text message to Jefferson advising that we had already arrived in the other country with good and that we would soon return. I tried to call my mother many times but she never answered me, it seemed strange because she was always on the lookout for my calls. I already had several months that I could not contact her, some were careless and others because I just did not answer, all this since I met Jefferson.



— Passengers of the flight to the island, they can go checking their bags for the next flight to leave — the airport megaphone sounds. I had to stop insisting on calling my family to prepare. The flight back was strenuous, there was a lot of turbulence, but thank God we were able to land after several hours on the island. We all waited for the passengers to unload, while we inspected that nothing had remained in the upper porters, I could see that one of them had something inside, a black folder identified with the logo of the airline, I assumed it was an error or that some of My colleagues or the pilot would have forgotten it there, so I took it to return.



Jefferson was outside the cabin that connects to the plane waiting for me, it was a pleasant surprise for me, so surprised and praised that it happened to me to leave the folder and take it in my bag. We were talking about the possibility of going over the weekend to their parents' old cabin, which I immediately accepted. We were laughing as always, and for the moment there was a silence of those that caused me to kiss him which I did many times but I received a scolding from him with the excuse that we could have an accident.



Upon arriving at the hotel at the moment he prepared to open the door of my side, something strange happened, I saw Jefferson run immediately after a person I could not see, I tried many times to stop him with my screams but it was impossible, I was worried about He, but I could not chase him, I could not move, I felt that my legs were shaking and my body was not responding to me, so I just remained unchanged there. To the minutes I see that he returns with a pale face, I did not know if to ask him for what happened, because I saw him so bad that I did not want to instigate him with questions, so I only helped him walk to the room, and we both fell asleep.



Several days went by and Jefferson did not say a word to me about what happened and I did not ask him. I arrived that weekend and we went on a trip to the cabin, on arrival I could appreciate the warmth of the place, a beautiful wooden house with a beautiful meadow, the furniture and everything was mostly made of wood, well cared for although with something of dust. I asked Jefferson to go for some fruit for dinner, and I took advantage of taking a plumber and dusting a little. When I went to clean the table I noticed that I had left the bag on top of it, I started to remove it from there, but as soon as I got hold of it I could see that black folder that never delivered.



—It can not be, I forgot to deliver this— exclaimed a little embarrassed.



Curiosity suddenly invaded me, it was not normal to find things stored there of the airline, I was checking and there were several documents about past flights, among which several papers fell to the ground so I crouched to pick up.

List of victims of flight 79

— What is this? Why is this here?— I wonder at the moment that one of the pages caught my attention which seemed to be a list of the deceased; I immediately remembered that lady, so my heart began to beat a thousand times a thousand. While reading the names of the passengers I could notice that the name of Jefferson was there, I could not believe it must be a mistake. But my heart and my body were filled with panic to see my name embodied there almost at the end of the page.


—This has to be a joke— I mention a little annoying, try to call the airline but nobody answered me, the same try with Jefferson but neither, the answering machine came out. I had a mixture of terror and frustration, so I took my computer and went up to the room to connect to look for information on the internet.


When I put the word flight 79 I got several articles related to an air accident due to a fault in the turbines; my hands began to tremble when several of them related to the famous millionaire who died on that flight. When opening the links, the first thing I could notice was the name of Jefferson in each of them, my head of the pressure began to hurt, I felt a sharp pain piercing my skull, I was thrown to the floor of pain, of moments many images began to go through my head and at the same time I started to cry; I remembered everything for now.


That night, the first time I met him, on flight 79 he complained about a bright light coming from the outside of the plane, I was the first to realize that it was a fire, one of the turbines had failed , and after it two more. It was a total chaos, people shouted desperate, we all filled with terror, I thought of my family, I would not see them again, I had many things still to do, I had not met even the man of my life , all feeling of absence invaded me at that moment, but one person, he, Jefferson held my hand and asked me to sit next to him, I could not breathe or react in any other way than to pay attention to him.


— Quiet, everything will be fine, let's bend your head— says that unknown man, for that moment. I did not know why, but I listened to him and even then my nerves and fear could be felt on the skin because of my accelerated breathing, almost hyperventilating.


— Look at my eyes— he says as he takes my face with his right hand and with the left he takes my hand; While the atmosphere was total chaos, I immersed myself in his sincere look, his eyes shone and in spite of such situation he was serene, which invaded me an inexplicable tranquility.


— What is your name? — he asks.


— Em ... my name is Emma— I answered hesitantly


— Emma to leave here, I'll invite you a coffee, so we'll be fine — he says smiling, which made me smile too and it was illogical to do so, but if I died, I would feel somewhat relieved do it next to him.


— Your name is? — I ask him and his lips pronounced his name in a sudden silence where an explosion ended with the memories.


I returned to normal after remembering everything, I was inconsolably sad, I could not believe what was happening, I never imagined I could forget such a scene, I could understand why I could never know my mother, all the passengers that we boarded that night, We were all dead, including that man, Jefferson.


Suddenly I heard screams and I knew it was him but the nerves still invaded my body and I could not react, I was in a state of shock. I saw him through the door climbing desperate and approached me. From my mouth came a few small lines, he had to know the whole truth. So I went down to the meadow as best I could and asked her to come with me; being there I told him everything.


His reaction was the least I expected, he just hugged me and told me he knew everything, to which I reacted crying disconsolately.


That night in that flight two people could fall in love at first sight, it was such a connection that after death, they still followed with the fictional idea of ​​being able to make a life together, maybe not quite true, but both felt that everything was true .

A love between heaven and earth.

End.


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