Vemod: 3rd

Vemod

1:56 am (England)

8:56 am (Asia)

"There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent, or hinder, or control the firm resolve of a determined sole." -Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Celestine's hands were shaking as she took that inevatable step into the airplane.

In 6 long hours, she would be firmly planted in England.

2:00 am (England)

9:00 am (Asia)

Click The seat belt was securely fastened around her waist as was her impending future that she couldn't seem to hold back on. In 6 hours, a man, 4 years older than her whom she had never even met, would be waiting for her. She would probably get off the plane and hope he wouldn't find her as he would near her. He would probably be pleased to see his ring glinting on her left hand as she would try to hold back her tears and be strong.

It is tranditional! Her 母親 (mother) had told her as she was handed a passport and a ring. He is wealthy and will bring good money to our name.

I thought you had said I would never be handed off to some white man. She had retaliated.

He may live in England momentarily but that does not make him any more white than you. She replied disgusted.

Her stomach clenched as she thought about the days to come and what would be expected of her. This was not how she imagined her life going.

The plane started to shake along with her as she felt momentum pushing her back in her seat. Relaxing, she closed her eyes, hoping to make it through without killing herself.

8:00 am (England)

Vince walked off his plane, calmly and collectedly.

Celestine walked off her plane, trying not to cry.

Bump

A bag went flying and a head was bruised. Fate was trying to get a grasp on relatity.

"I'm so-" She was cut off when she looked at the face of the person in front of her. Something clicked, somethign melded together. "Serendipity."

"Celestine." He replied simply, but eyes large. And with that, he did what he had been dreaming about for monthes. He leaned down, and kissed her.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, but let her hand travel up to his cheek. But unfortunately, something pointed poked him and he broke off, grabbing her hand.

For a moment he just stared at it in shock, not knowing what to say, though he gathered his thoughts and quickly put them into words.

"Congrats." He said stoubtly.

"Its not like that." She said, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in their destined little meet up.

"What then? Are you just playing dressup?" He said and she could feel the anger radiating off of him like steam.

"I'll explain in one tiny moment but, are you jealous?" She asked being relatively straight forward.

"To Hell I am!" He cried. "Explain."

"Arranged marriage." She said and those two words prickled her eyes and the leeves blew.

She crumpled against him, her legs threatening to drop out from underneath her.

He held her, the news making him want to stangle the bastard.

"Come with me." He said simply.

"What?" She choked out.