Together

Chapter 8~Caspian

I stepped from the plane, a blast of cool air hit me. How is it so cold here? I jogged toward baggage claim. Once I found by bag, I made my way slowly through the small stands with snacks and merchandise. It was quite a small airport.

My chest hit something hard and I stumbled back, my suitcase clacking onto the tiled floor. I grit my teeth, took a step back and looked at what or who hit me. A girl, about my age, stood there. Her brown hair was set in a messy bun. She stared at me, confused.

"Sorry," she winced, rubbing her elbow. Why was she the only one here, in this hallway?

I caught my breath, talking, "It's fine." I paused, but she spoke before I could. I opened my mouth.

"What brings you here?" she questioned, her blue eyes sparkling.

"I came to get my sister," my shoulders slouched.

"Oh, I'm... I'm sorry," she frowned. She waved her hand, "Why is there no one here?"

"It's off season, I guess." I responded.

"Why are you here?" I bent down to pick up my suitcase. Her gaze followed me until I stood, then she looked to the floor.

"I've gone through a lot. I don't you what to do, so I ran," she took in a breath, "I guess you can say I came to find myself."

"I'm sorry, but I have to find my sister," I went to turn around, but a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Let me help," she said.

"At least tell me your name, then I can think about it."

"Grace. Grace River," she smiled. "And you?"

I turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide and desperate.

"Caspian Moore."

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"Where are we going?" Grace asked. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me along. I was out of breath quickly.

"Grand Island," I pursed my lips.

"Good. That's where we are," she smiled at me over her shoulder.

"Great," I smiled back. "What's the plan of action?" we reached the doors. The doors beeped and slid open for us, leading us out into the open. I looked around. We were literally in the middle of nowhere.

"This is going to be hard," I frowned.

"Why? You don't think she's living in a field? There is a lot of tall grass..." Grace stepped to my side., her voice faltering. 

"Now is not the time for jokes," I looked over at her.

"Right," her lips went into a straight line.

"Let's try to find the city, first," I offered.

"Okay," her eyes started to dart around.

She turned away from me and ran off. Her backpack shaking on her back and her suit case bumping behind her.

"What...?" I began. She paused at a black SUV and began talking with him.

"Smart chick," I smiled and ran to catch up.

"...the city," was all I caught.

"Get in," the driver grumbled.

"Let's go," she smiled up at me.

 For once, I felt welcomed somewhere. 

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I leaned my head back against the leather seat, looking up at the cars ceiling.

"W here do you think she is?" Grace asked, her voice shaking. Automatically, my eyes darted to her. She was a stranger to me; I just met her an hour ago.

"You okay?" I asked. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and she was shaking.

"It's chilly in here," she shrugged.

"Take my jacket." Before she could protest, I slid off my sweatshirt and draped it over her shoulders. She looked to me, her lips curling into a smile; a beautiful one.

"You don't have a clue where she is, do you?" grace said slowly.

I frowned, "No," I hung my head. "We may never find her."

"Don't say that," she whispered.

"Why are you even helping me? Comforting me?" I said wryly.

"If you knew who I am, you might know."

"Them tell me, who are you?" I pursed my lips.

"Alright," Grace smiled. Suddenly, I wasengulfed in her story.    

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Authors Note

As the story gets closer to the end, the chapters will get shorter.