Trust me - DISCONTINUED:(

Together yet apart

We shared the most passionate night ever, it was pure, it was impeccable. Not only because we had some (incredibly overwhelming) intimacy, that was not the end of the night. We were talking until three in the morning, sharing every single one of our thoughts. We talked about our emotions, our fears, even shared some details of our past lives. Sergio told me about his dad, how this heist was his dad's idea and how he felt so relieved that he could do it for the honor of his beloved parent. He also told me that he knew from the second he saw me that I was no ordinary woman, but he didn't think he'd fall for me.

"I am never wrong, but now I was. I thought that my emotions will not control me, but they do. I thought that I won't be but I definitely am falling for you and I can't help it," he said while looking at the ceiling.

This must have been the first time that he confessed his love to someone, that's why he couldn't look at me. I hugged him tightly as we fell asleep while talking. I've never slept so good before. Besides all the pleasant and positive feelings, I could also feel some kind of tension between us since the moment we first kissed each other. It was strange. The following morning as I woke up I realized what it was. The tension was caused by nothing else, but fear. We didn't fear our own lives, we feared each other's. I was scared to death by the thought of losing him, by the thought that he is exposed to the outer world. He was afraid of not being able to protect me. He could have kept me there with him, but then he would have betrayed the others. They needed me to fix the printing machine, and the professor knew it. He had to let me get in an extremely dangerous situation although that's the last thing he ever wanted. He was fighting his own self. Was he selfish for not wanting to let me back at first? Was he sacrificing me? He couldn't decide but it was alright. He just had to give me instructions, nothing more. Around 10am we sat down next to each other to discuss the whole plan – turns out he didn't sleep much that night, he completed the maneuver in his head.

"You will leave this place before noon. You will be driven to a place full of police equipment. There you will find uniforms, pistols, vehicles. You can grab whatever you need. Do you remember what kind of uniform were the policemen wearing nearby the mint?"

"I... I guess I don't. If I choose the wrong uniform I'll be busted as soon as they notice me, am I right?" I asked while my mind was racing. I tried remembering but I couldn't.

"Yes. We could check somewhere, but from the TV little details aren't visible. You have to remember, and I know you will as soon as you see the different uniforms. Don't worry," he said and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Five minutes before 1pm I will approach the mint, when it's one minute until one o'clock I will start to get closer and closer. I will go on the left side of the tent so the crew can see me clearly from inside," I repeated the plan after the professor explained.

"Exactly. Be careful, they can get suspicious anytime. You should only speed up when you've already passed by the tent or if you notice them suspecting that you are not one of them. The crew will open the door as soon as you sped up. Don't think about..." he explained as I interrupted.

"About using the brakes, I know. If I don't go fast enough, the motorbike won't be able to ride up all the stairs. But if I go too fast, I'll get there before the doors open entirely, so my life depends on my own timing," I said like I was talking to myself, looking at the floor.

I didn't say but I was terrified. I felt selfish for being terrified. Did this mean I didn't trust the professor? No. I trusted him with my life. We were sitting there, laid back in each other's arms. I wanted to stop the time right there and spend an eternity in his arms, but I knew I couldn't. We both were silent. Our heartbeats and breathing were in sync. We were one, but the time has come, we had to release each other for an unpredictable amount of time – maybe for an eternity.

"Promise me you'll be alright," I said to Sergio as he was looking at me while caressing my cheeks, "Promise me!"

"I promise, Hazel. I am my own guardian angel as well as yours," he said and we both smiled a little.

We locked lips one more time, not knowing what the future was holding for us, not knowing whether we would see each other again... alive. I stepped out of the hangar, looked around carefully, and without turning back even once, I got in the car. The driver didn't wait a second, he started the engine and we drove away. There was no turning back.

It was a five minutes past noon when we arrived. The driver guided me inside a little garage in the middle of nowhere then left. As the professor said, it was full of goods – pistols, vehicles, uniforms, handcuffs, everything a policeman would need. I knew I had to be fast, so I stepped to the wardrobe full of uniforms. I was trembling. They all looked the same, with very small differences in shade. Some of them were darker, some of them had horizontal stripes: white, black, blue, yellow, even gold, while the others had silver buttons instead of black ones. I almost collapsed but I had to concentrate. I took a deep breath and replayed everything that happened from the moment that I was rolling down on a cart from the mint until the moment I got in the tent and then when I got taken away from there. Nothing came to my mind. I did it again and again until I slowly started to calm down and focus on the details.

The sun was shining when all this happened – and there was the first part of the solution! I remembered that when a policeman escorted me to the tent, the sun was reflecting on another man's uniform – it had something golden on it (and almost blinded me)! I quickly searched all uniforms with golden elements, there were only three.

I was playing it all back in my head again, from the beginning. I had less, than 15 minutes to prepare, I had to be quick. Pressure has always made my performance better – it was no different this time. Pictures started flashing back. One of the policemen accidentally spilled his coffee all over his uniform, but it wasn't really visible, because the uniform was dark, but it had a lighter part around his chest which has soaking in coffee. I was so relieved! I figured it out, just as the professor said that I would be able to do. Damn, I was already missing him like crazy.

I got in the uniform, grabbed a pistol and some bullets. I also looked for and got on myself a bulletproof vest, just in case something bad would happen. I went to choose a vehicle. I've chosen a regular yet little sporty motorbike which I was taught that is able to easily go up on stairs and anything rougher than normal ground. I've never ridden any kind of bike on stairs, I was always afraid of breaking my bones. But this time was different, I thought to myself that I'd be happy if I only broke some of my bones during this suicidal maneuver.