Beautiful Disaster; Beautiful Reality.

Runaways.

The ride on the airplane was long and tedious. Mika sat in silence for most of it, just staring out of the window, not showing any signs of emotion. I still had no idea where he was taking us. Or in fact, how long I was going to be trapped on this damn plane. But Mika definitely seemed different. Normally, he be trying to make me laugh or telling me about the country we were going to or trying to teach me a different language but no luck this time.

I got out my phone and decided to use what little data I had left to message Fortuné to ask how Paloma was and tell him where we were (on an airplane). I felt Mika's eyes on me and I looked at him and saw him reading my message.
"Don't send that." He suddenly commanded.
"Why?" I asked innocently.
"Just don't." He replied sternly.
"Mika, we can't just disappear after what happened to Paloma." I tried to persuade him.
"I don't want them to know." He said coldly.
"But-"
"Just trust me." Mika said trying to sound warmer.
"Fine." I said as I deleted the message.
"Thank you." Mika replied gratefully.

I put the phone in my bag and sat there quietly as Mika stared out of the window again, in his own little world which seemed to have become darker over the past few days. I sat there praying that this long flight would be over soon.
"Hannah, you should get comfortable. This is a long ride." Mika commented when he saw me sitting stiffly in my seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked in a fed up voice.
"That's for me to know." Mika said as if this was a perfectly normal thing. I sighed, fed up from all the mystery. I rested my head on his shoulder and felt him put his arm around my waist, just like everything was normal. He's not in my good books at the moment, in fact I'd go as far as to say that I am very pissed off at him for this. As my eyes got heavier I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head very gently.
"I love you Hannah." He whispered. With those words spinning in my head I felt very special, as if I was all he had left. I was the one he'd chosen to runaway with. And I fell asleep with mixed emotions: love, anger, confusion and a hint of excitement.

"Hannah?..... Hannah??? Hannah wake up." Mika's voice was slowly getting louder as my eyes quickly flickered open. His big brown eyes stared down at me caringly
"Hannah we're here!" He said excitedly.
"And where is here?" I asked tiredly, rubbing my eyes.
"America!" Mika said trying to look excited and happy but when I looked into his eyes, I saw a tired and lost man who, instead of happy was very sad.

We got off the plane and got a taxi to a hotel. He didn't say much. Actually he didn't say anything. This hotel was in a tall skyscraper and had a huge five star glowing sign above it. It was lit up brightly against the dark sky and had a dark red carpet in the reception area. Mika got our key as I stared at the reception. The dark red carpets went well with the dark wooden panelled walls and golden picture frames. The lift was golden and shiny. As for the corridor where our room was, it was much the same as the reception.

Our room was huge. The walls were a crisp white and the bed was huge too.  The floor was a cream carpet and one of the walls was a dark purple, almost black wallpaper. There was a dark chaise lounge in the corner opposite the full height window. The swooping curtains dragged on the floor as Mika closed them. The ensuite had a huge jacuzzi style bath and large shower with a big round shower head. There were two identical sinks with large mirrors hanging above them. This must have been so expensive.
"Mika..." I started.
"I'm paying for this before you start." He smiled again trying to sound happy, changing the subject. I sighed.
"Mika I-" I started again, sounding fed up.
"And look at this bath! We could have fun in there!" He interrupted again trying to change the subject. When I still didn't seem happy he stopped and looked at me curiously.
"Hannah, what's wrong?" He asked sounding concerned.
"Mika, why are we here?" I asked again sounding fed up.
"W-why? Don't you like it?" He asked, worried.
"No, I do but why are we here? Why can't I tell Fortuné?" I asked growing increasingly concerned about both Mika and Paloma.
"I needed to get away. I don't want to face them yet." He said slowly sitting on a sofa.
"Okay... But they will need to be told. They'll worry about you Mika." I replied still concerned and sat next to him.
"All that matters is that we're both safe here. I love you and I'd never put you in danger. I just need to be away from my family and that hospital." He tried to persuade me and make me feel better.
"Would you have run away if it was me in the hospital?" I asked trying to make him change his mind.
"I did the first time remember. But that was different; your family weren't there for you." He said getting quieter.
"Mika Paloma needs you." I said, taking his hands in my lap.
"No, she'll be overcrowded by our family. There are so many of us she won't notice I'm gone. Anyway, mum won't let you anywhere near her after she blamed you. I don't want to go without you. Let's let the dust settle before we go back." He said sounding calm.
"How long will that be?" I asked sounding nervous.
"Not long..." He said reluctantly.
"Please don't tell anyone though. There's no need. You know your safe and I love you and-" Mika kept going on.
"Mika, I'm not concerned about being safe because I know you'd never hurt me," I said a bit uncertain.
"But I want to know how Paloma is doing. That's the but I don't like; no contact." I continued.
"Please. I thought you'd understand. You can check your phone for updates on her; texts from Fortuné." He begged.
"I feel like I'm letting them down. You know, burning the bridges I've made. Especially Fortuné. They'll always forgive you because your their family and I've seen how close you are but I'm an outsider." I said, sounding quite sad.
"Hannah, they'll forgive you. I know it. It's my fault anyway. Please." He said gently stroking my cheek.
"Fine." I whispered. He gently lifted my head up and kissed my cheek. So many emotions were running through my head. I didn't know if I wanted to stay here with him anymore. I think he knew. I don't want to upset him but I don't want to stay here. I quickly slip into the bed and saw Mika crawl in next to me. He slipped his arms around me and was soon off too sleep. I however couldn't sleep. I laid there with his arms clamped around me staring at the pitch black ceiling.
Trapped.
A pair of runaways.
Running from reality.