23
It was a beautiful and sunny New York day. Lucky Spencer stood out of sight just outside of the New York Art Academy, waiting for true love, Elizabeth Webber to emerge. He wanted to surprise her. She had no idea that he was even in New York. Finally she emerged, a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She had grown even more lovely in fact, since the last day he saw her. Her hair was cut short. That was different and she seemed a bit thinner. He frowned, worried that she hadn’t been eating.
Silently he followed her to her destination, wondering how he was going to reveal himself.
Elizabeth sighed as she entered Central Park, wanting to enjoy the beautiful weather after her disastrous art class. They were supposed to sketch this nude man. But all she could think of was the very first model she had ever had. Lucky. Sighing, she wondered where he was right then. Did he miss her? Did he even think about her at all?
She lit up a cigarette and leaned back against the bench. She closed her eyes and got lost in memories of time past. She wasn’t aware of the man standing behind her.
"Better be careful with those. They’ll stunt your growth," an achingly familiar voice spoke into her ear.
Startled, Elizabeth turned around to stare into a pair of blue eyes that could only belong to one person. "Lucky?"
He smiled, pure joy shining in his smile. "In the flesh."
"Lucky!" She was off the bench and in Lucky’s arms in a matter of minutes, clinging on to him as if she would never let go. She sighed happily, thinking of how good his arms felt around her. So safe and familiar. Suddenly it occurred to her. It may not be safe for Lucky to be here. Helena was still looking for him, the last she heard.
Reluctantly, she pulled away and stared into Lucky’s eyes. "Lucky…what about Helena?"
"She’s dead. She’s been dead for a week now. Dad took care of her," he’s sure to leave out the details. Details that she didn’t need to know about. Like being tied up and forced to watch the witch come on this his brother.
"What? How?"
"He shot her."
"What? Lucky, I don’t understand…," She frowned.
"Shhh, Sweetie. You’d don’t have to understand. The important thing is that we’re back together and this time, I promise to never leave your side again."
Smiling she buried herself into his arms once again, knowing that at last she was home. The connections to her heart were once all ripped out. But now they were connected once again and that was how they would remain.
THE END