seven souls seven sins

chapter 81: gone, not forgotten

Natasha's pov:

If you told me last night that I would wake up on a plane back to London, I would've laughed in your face. But here I am, 11 kilometres in the air and an intense lack of sleep with the inability to laugh or smile. "Flynn's family are waiting at the airport." Seb glances at me from the opposite chair.

"I don't know if I can face them." I bring my knees to my chin.

"They don't hate you Amor." He states in an assuring tone. "That's because they don't know the full story. I called him to come and he got shot. It's my fault." More tears begin to form on the brim of my lower lash line. I don't even know how they're forming at this point, I haven't drank an ounce of water for the past 24 hours.

I haven't eaten anything for 12.

"Refrigerated beverage?" The flight attendant places a chilled bottle of water on our table and walks away. She must've noticed my dehydration from the back of the private plan. I force a smile onto my facade and take miniature sips. "None of this is your fault. He knew the risks just as much as I did. I just didn't think his time would come so soon." Seb flicks a glance out the window.

I find it relatively hard to believe what he says is true.

"Tell your brothers thanks again for booking this flight. I know it's their family jet but given the urgency of the situation, Flynn's family couldn't be more grateful." Seb speaks on their behalf. "It's all good, I'm surprised too actually. I didn't think that they'd pay a penny towards something like this." I shrug my shoulders.

"Given the whole British mafia situation." I add on.

God even that reminds me of Flynn. As tears threaten to fall I close by eyes, but his reflection appears there too. Here's everywhere, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. On one hand I want to salvage what's left of him as a memory, and on the other I don't want to see it at all because even the mere thought of his seizure brings me to tears.

"Do you think you can continue after this?" Seb quietly asks and fiddles with his chain.

"I'll try my best." I solemnly reach his gaze. "We've worked so hard, it's too late to turn back." I point out feeling the need to continue this not just for my sake, but for Flynn's legacy to reign on till the end of time. It's what he would've wanted, and what he deserved.

The Americans used him as a sacrifice, now it's our turn to burn them to the ground.

Time Passes:

Tracing the same steps on the pathway that I used to walk everyday, I find myself outside Seb's childhood house. Oh who am I kidding, we're still kids at the end of the day, we're living our childhood. He knocks on the door and with one swift movement, his mother makes an appearance. Her eyes first wander towards her lovely son but then onto me.

"Natasha? It's been a year honey! Bring it in." She wraps her arms around me and squeezes my body to death in the process.

I really needed that, a genuine hug. After a few minutes she lets me go and I step in. All my senses start churning old gears again. The smell of a roast dinner coming from the oven, the classic portraits of Seb and his sister hanging up on the walls and the random pots and plants cluttering the shelves.