Stolen HeART
The Wish of a Dying Man
If Charlie had been a young, fit man he would've pounced on Rose without a second thought. Her two days off had done her the world of good, she had a spring in her step and her sparkly eyes seemed to smile at everyone. I inwardly smiled when I spotted her knowing full well she had probably spent her days off with Emmett, though I would never be so forward as to ask, but she had this glow about her that most women emit when their happy and shagging like bunnies.
I watched her putter around, arrange fresh flowers and remove Charlie's breakfast tray. I excused myself from Charlie and headed towards the nurse's station, her light hum of a song I didn't recognise filled the reception area and I smiled at her breezy attitude.
"Rose." I watched her turn around suddenly, her shiny blonde hair accentuated the pink blush on her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" She moved to the side allowing me to join her in the small back office. "Are you worried about something?" She had spotted my nervousness and I bit my lip. I had already talked myself out of this twice, yet here I was about to ask her, not in my head but for real.
"This isn't going to make much sense." She had to lean in to hear my whispered words. My instincts kicked in once again and I checked to see that no one was listening in. "See I need you to post something for me." I watched as her face turned from being happy and contented, to downright confused.
"Okay," she said unsure of all the secrecy.
"The thing is I need you to post it from the airport when you leave the country."
"The airport! Why would you think I would be leaving the country?" This was sounding ridiculous even to me and I could tell that Rose was even more perplexed by my manner.
"Rose, I've always trusted you, please understand that I need you to do this for me. I can't tell you why. I just need you to do this one thing for me." I looked down to see my hand was touching her arm silently pleading for her to trust me.
"Well I can post it now if you want."
My hand squeezed her arm, desperate for her to understand. "No, no! Rose, please listen it has to be when you leave the country, when things have changed."
"Oh." She wasn't convinced.
"Rose, I know how much Emmett loves you and I can see you feel the same, please just trust me when I say your future with him will be so much better. You will have a life you deserve; I just need you to do this one thing, please." My voice started to crack and her confused expression disappeared as quickly as it came to be replaced with the loving smile from a few moments ago.
"Bella, you mean the world to me, of course I trust you and yes I'll post this letter the day I'm at the airport." She brought me forward for a hug and I kissed the side of her cheek to thank her. The subtle expression of her glow started to appear again and it was obvious that she was thinking of Emmett.
I was jealous of course. The last time I was in the company of the person that made me glow like that had been a few days ago. My excuse was the usual, a hectic gallery schedule and boring meetings. The reality was far different. I had gone over the final plan with Carlisle and Esme, the funeral plans had been arranged and all of Charlie's assets had been dealt with. I had spent my time going over the heist, rehearsing every detail that needed to be carried out and answering any questions that Carlisle threw at me. I was ready, prepped and focused. I wouldn't see the rest of the team except Jasper until we were all on the island. Little or no contact was one of the rules of any heist we had done in the past and this one was no different.
