Cold enough to chill my bones
It feels like I don't know you anymore
I don't understand why you're so cold to me
With every breath you breathe
I see there's something going on
I don't understand why you're so cold
Are we taking time, or a time out?
I can't take the in-between
Asking me for space here in my house
You know how to fuck with me
Acting like we're not together
After everything that we've been through
Sleeping up under the covers
How am I so far away from you?
When I wake up, it's cold. Shivering, I sit up in bed, pulling the sheets close to me. Looking around, I frown, noticing the spot beside me is empty. A strange feeling makes my stomach turn, and I decide to go find him. Something was wrong.
"Raoul?" I call out, getting out of the bed. I grab a shirt of his that I find on my side of the bed and put it on, checking the bathroom first. It's empty, so I head downstairs, worried at how quiet the house is. He isn't in the living room, nor is he in the kitchen. I even open the back door to check if he's in the garden, shivering at the cold air hitting my legs. When I walk back into the living room, I see it. On the coffee table lies a phone, a folded paper lying next to it. I walk over to it, and open it, beginning to read it, hands trembling.
Legs shaky, I sit down on the couch, letting go of the letter due to my hands trembling so heavily, my heart beating like mad as it seems to be beating out of my chest, hurting badly. Then, I take a deep breath and take the phone, shakily dialing the number I know by heart. Time to go home.
"Bond." I hear the familiar voice pick up, making me tear up.
"James." I answer, quickly wiping away my tears with one hand, trying to sound as composed as possible.
"Rhine? Where are you?" James asks quickly, voice full of shock.
"Dover. Raoul disappeared." I answer, hearing him bark orders at people.
"Do you know anything else?" He asks, as I can hear him rush outside, cars passing by on the other side of the phone.
"No. All I know is that he left. He left a phone." I answer. I had no idea why I was lying for Raoul, fully knowing he was probably on his way to Calais already.
"I'll get there as soon as I can. I'm tracking your phone as we speak." James says, voice serious as I hear myself being transferred to the speaker of a car, James no doubt speeding off.
"I'll wait here for you." I say softly, wiping away some more silent tears.
"I'm glad you're okay, Rhine." James says, surprisingly emotional, before he ends the call. I drop the phone onto the table, and all I can do is stare at the letter on the table, the words sounding in my head.
'This was the only way. I'm sorry.'
It was all Raoul had left me with, but those 7words were crushing my heart like a hammer. I remain there for I don't even know how long, staring at that damned letter, my knees pulled up to my chest, my chin resting on them, until I hear the door bursting open.
"Rhine!" I hear James exclaim, glancing up just in time to see him charging towards me, kneeling down next to me. When he notices something's off, he takes me into his arms, sitting down to lean against the couch with his back, holding me close. It's then that I begin to cry, softly, my tears staining his shirt.
"Shh, it's alright." James mutters in my ear, his hands rubbing my back soothingly. After what feels like another eternity, I calm down, ending up breathing deeply against his chest, feeling exhausted, my eyes closing on their own accord.
"Let's go home." He whispers, and I know I'll be alright in the end. James was here for me.
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Scars From The Past
Romance[Raoul Silva/OC] An MI6 trainee teams up with James Bond to chase an infamous hacker and former spy. But what will happen when she finds out they have much more in common than one would expect...? What happens when unexpectedly two paths cross?
