Rossi One: Kian's Little Sky

82. totally alone

Third Person's PoV

Unable to bear the pain reflected in Kian’s eyes, Sky turned away, her heart aching with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. She felt the warmth of his palm on her shoulder, a touch that once brought her comfort, now a poignant reminder of their shared past.

Then, enveloping her in an embrace, Kian’s warmth surrounded her, a bittersweet cocoon of memories and lost futures. His voice was a whisper against her ear, each word laden with emotion. “If you need something, you can always talk to me, baby. I’m here, always here for you. Goodbye for now, my little Sky.”

Sky stood frozen, Kian’s endearment echoing in her ears, his voice breaking on the words, revealing the depth of his own heartbreak. It was a farewell, filled with love and regret, a moment suspended in time where all the could-have-beens and should-have-beens converged into a single, painful goodbye.

Kian’s hand was a gentle pressure on Sky’s back, guiding her into the jet. The interior was luxurious, a testament to the Rossi family’s wealth, but Sky couldn’t bring herself to care. The plush seats, the polished wood, the soft lighting—all of it was lost on her. She felt only the sadness, the anger, and the profound disappointment that clouded her senses.

As she took her seat, her heart ached with a melancholic rhythm, each beat a reminder of what she was leaving behind. She knew this was a permanent farewell, that Kian would become a figure in the past, a memory that would fade with time. The realization that she might never see him again was a sharp pain, a fresh wound on her already battered heart.

Sky despised the way her heart clung to love, how it foolishly held onto the threads of a relationship that had unraveled so tragically. Despite the hurt, the betrayal, and the distance that now lay between them, she couldn’t deny the truth—she still loved Kian. It was a love that persisted against reason, against the tide of events that had swept them apart, a love that remained even as she prepared to leave it all behind.

Kian watched with a sad smile as Sky settled into her chosen seat, her movements automatic and devoid of the enthusiasm they once held. He turned to the pilot and the two flight attendants.

“Could you please bring some fruits and chocolates for Sky?” he asked one of the attendants, hoping to offer her some small comfort. To the pilot, he inquired, “How long will the flight from Italy to Canada be?” The pilot responded that the flight duration would be approximately 9 hours and 2 minutes.

Kian then addressed the other attendant, “Please fetch some blankets and pillows for Sky. And if she wishes to sleep comfortably, let her know she can use the jet’s bedroom.” His voice was soft, each request a testament to his desire to make Sky’s journey as comfortable as possible, despite the distance that now lay between their hearts.

Kian then approached Sky with a gentleness that seemed to fill the space between them. He knelt before her, taking her cold hands in his warm ones, and looked into her eyes with a sincerity that was palpable. “Everything is going to be okay, I’m sure of it, baby,” he assured her, his voice a soft caress against the hum of the jet’s engines. “Don’t tire yourself, huh? And please, always eat before your medications, and keep your phone charged.”

He gave her hands a gentle squeeze, trying to transfer some of his warmth into her. “Bren is in your luggage,” he continued, a hint of a smile touching his lips despite the sadness in his eyes. “If you wish to have something, don’t be shy to ask the flight attendants, okay? They are here to assist you, baby.”

Kian’s chuckle was soft, tinged with a sadness that spoke of his deep love for her. “I love you, Sky Greene, the only woman who made me feel butterflies,” he said, his voice breaking ever so slightly. “I’ll see you soon. I won’t say I promise, because I don’t want to break it again. Just please take care of yourself; I’m not there to do it."

With those words, he stood up, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer before he stepped back, giving her the space she needed, the space he knew she craved. It was a goodbye, not just for now, but for the uncertain days ahead, filled with the hope that someday, somehow, they might find their way back to each other.

A single tear escaped Sky’s eyes, trailing down her cheek in silent testimony to the heartache she felt. In that moment of silence, Kian stepped away, disappearing from her sight. The finality of his departure settled in, and Sky was acutely aware that she was truly on her own now.

The fear and uncertainty that she had been holding at bay began to seep through the cracks in her resolve. She was afraid of the unknown that lay ahead, scared of facing a future without the people who had once been her world. The jet’s engines hummed in the background, a constant reminder that she was moving further away from her past and into uncharted territory.

Sky closed her eyes, feeling the gentle ascent as the jet lifted off the ground, climbing higher and higher into the sky. The hum of the engines was a steady backdrop to her tumultuous thoughts. When she opened her eyes again, she found a soft blanket and pillow placed beside her, along with a selection of chocolates and fruits.

With a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured a “thank you” to the flight attendant who had provided the comforts. Despite the luxury surrounding her, Sky’s gaze returned to the void beyond the window, lost in the expanse of blue that stretched out before her.

Time seemed to stand still, yet it marched on relentlessly. Before she knew it, three hours had slipped by. The fruits had been a sweet distraction, but now sleepiness tugged at her eyelids, a gentle reminder of her exhaustion.

Noticing her yawns, one of the flight attendants approached her with a kind smile. “Miss Greene, if you’d like to rest more comfortably, you can use the bedroom,” he said, echoing Kian’s earlier instructions. He gestured towards the front of the jet, where a door led to a private space designed for relaxation and sleep.

Sky nodded, her movements slow and heavy with fatigue. She allowed the attendant to guide her to the bedroom, where a comfortable bed awaited her. It was an invitation to escape, if only for a while, from the reality that awaited her upon landing—a reality without Kian, without her mother, and without the life she once knew.

Sky lay back on the soft, fluffy bed, a groan of sheer comfort escaping her as she felt the tension ease from her body. She let out a long, weary sigh, the kind that seemed to carry the weight of her world. Just then, her phone pinged from inside her pocket, a sharp contrast to the quiet hum of the jet.

With tired movements, she reached for the device and saw a notification—a reminder that Kian had set for her. It was his voice in text, telling her it was time to take one of her medications. The reminder read, “Time to take your acetaminophen, baby. Drink a lot of water too, okay? I love you.” The personal touch in the reminder, the care behind the words, made her heart ache anew.

Before she could dwell on the thought, a knock on the door signaled the return of the flight attendant who had led her to the bedroom. He held the neatly packed medicine in one hand and a clear water bottle in the other. “I’ll be back with some proper food before you take your medicine,” he said kindly.

Sky could only nod, her throat tight with unshed tears. She was touched by the attentiveness, yet it was a stark reminder of the distance now between her and Kian—the distance that would only grow with each passing mile.

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Mary Joye.