3 months later:
Dawson's P.O.V.:
It had been months since I pulled out my laptop and wrote something. The day Evana left, I couldn't bring myself to finish. I stopped going to my apartment, the sight of her toys would bring me to tremors and weeps, I stopped driving, stopped leaving the house.
Jared was hit hard, too. He stopped going on his hikes, he barely left the house, only to meet Shannon at the door. Although he didn't really show it, I know he felt a little empty.
Through all of this he tried to keep me smiling. It worked, sometimes, and I would lean into him.
Today was different though. Today, he had something to hide.
"Dawson, can we talk a little bit?" Jared asked, walking into the living room.
I sat up and covered my legs with a blanket, "Yeah of course."
He grabbed my hand, "I've been thinking about this for a little while. I didn't want to pitch the idea until I thought there was enough time." Jared kept looking down at my hands and rubbing them but quickly shifted back to my eyes, "But now, maybe, if you want, we could take a little break? Go to Greece for a couple weeks."
"Oh my God! Can we? Please!" I shout, gripping his hands.
He smiles and nods, "I'll book the tickets tonight. We'll fly out by the end of this week."
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Jared's P.O.V.:
My alarm rang through my room at 3 a.m. sharp. It told me the time had come to go to Greece. I rolled over and slapped my phone to make it be quite. I rolled over again, this time to face Dawson. She was still asleep, miraculously. I didn't really want to wake her, she seemed so peaceful, yet I knew she wanted this trip badly.
I tapped her forehead with my fingers. Her little nose twitched but she didn't wake. I did it again and again until her eyes fluttered open. It took a few seconds before she realized why I was getting her up this early.
"It's time!" she squeaked.
Dawson shot up and got her sweats on. In a matter of 5 minutes she was completely ready. I soon followed and we headed to the airport.
We checked our bags and got our carry ons, then sat and waited for our 4:40 flight. Dawson gripped my hand, her excitement just too much for her to handle.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the voice over head called for our flight.
"Once we get there, we'll have to find a translator." I said, standing up and grabbing my carry on.
Dawson threw her bag over her shoulder, "Maybe. I did take Greek in high school."
I step back and raise my eyebrow with a smirk, "Oh really?"
She nods and smiles, "Yeah all 4 years. I'm not the best but."
I kissed the stop of her head and continued to walk, "I might just have to keep you around."
We stepped onto the plane about to take us to Greece. Dawson was like a little kid, smiley and jumpy ready for an adventure. She had her carry on thrown over her shoulder and her blanket in hand.
"Ready?" I ask, walking up the isle. Dawson followed and squealed, "Absolutely!"
I sat down and she did too. We settled in and waited for our 16 hour flight.
