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London The familiar sound of my ringtone woke me up an hour before my alarm was set to ring. I groaned in annoyance as I reached for the phone and swiped to answer without even checking who it was. "'Ello." I should have learned my lesson about picking surprise calls after the whole issue with Sinleen. Ridiculous ship name, I know. "London, are you still asleep?" The voice on the other end was disapproving. I bolted upright, all traces of sleep long gone. It was four thirty am, way too early to be dealing with my family.

I heart skipped a beat. I answered cautiously. "Hello?" A little silence stretched, long enough to make my stomach drop, old fears whispering names from my past. Past as in, London . Then background noise filtered through: faint chatter, clinking glasses, soft music. I looked at the screen and almost laughed at myself. This wasn't no London number. "Huh, hello?" I said again. "Hey, Nurse Isabella Hartley? We call you Bella?" A woman's voice, warm, slightly accented.

Tho' the sea Will be strong I know we'll Carry on 'Cause if there's somebody calling me on She's the one If there's somebody calling me on She's the one. When you get to where you want to go And you know the things you want to know You're smiling. When you said what you want to say And you know the way you want to play it You'll be so high you'll be flying. I was her She was me We were one We were free And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one If there's somebody calling me on She's the one

London. Wait, London?

“More than you think.” Her eyes soften, her lips tremble—and I almost kiss her. I almost lose every boundary. I almost destroy both of us in one reckless second. Then— A knock. Sharp. Loud. Annoying. “Sir,” Ben’s voice calls through the door, “a London number has called three times. They said it’s urgent.” My blood freezes. London. Emma. Sabrina feels my grip tighten. She looks at the door… then at me… then away, hurt shadowing her eyes.

She is too sweet and docile, and I hoped she had a wolf equal to her. “Penny, are you ok how was your change”? I waited for her reply. Nothing. I could not hear her. Again, I called out to her “Penny can you hear me are you ok, I need to know if you are alright”. I paused 'Penny' I screamed in my mind.

Danny said, before ending the call. ******************************************************** London, England. Summers woke up to the feeling of someone tapping his shoulder, he cracked his eyes open, and saw that it was the air hostess who was tapping him on the shoulder. “I don’t want any more coffee” he said. “Well sir I want to tell you that we would be landing in Heathrow in the next ten minutes, and you have to fasten your seat belt in preparation for the landing, the local time in London is 1:30 pm, if you want to alter your watch” the hostess said.

She's hot and dangerous because she hid the thorns behind that beauty. She shines like a clear glass castle wall of jewels. She is strong, brave and dazzling like a diamond. Tic toc, tic toc, the sounds of my heart whenever i hear her name. Slow down and run 'cause she is very dangerous. Decide our time is wasting. Someone is currently playing a song, “Her name” by Latte, on her cassette player as she looks at Jana's grave.

My voice comes out dry and my throat itches . His head snaps immediately at the direction of my voice . His dark green eyes light up as soon as they fall on my face "Bloom ,"he squeezes my hands and I squeeze them back . "I thought I lost you !"he almost cries trying to hug me but my body is too fragile so he just sits there like a child and looks at me in excitement. "Water ,"I croak out . "Wow the first thing you demand for is water ,"London laughs . "I'm very thirsty ,"I whine at London.

I get a message from him on my cell phone. She's already impatiently asking who's coming. I'll be right there, let the band perform. " Hi, good evening, my England!" A shiver runs through my body. Tears spring to my eyes when he says that. The motherland speaks loudly in my heart! " Good evening, London, Manchester, York, Elton John!' Everyone shouts. " We'll have a lot of Sir Elton John tonight. But first!" I get off the bench and start to approach, slowly, through the crowd, seeing that she doesn't even notice me approaching and that's exactly what I planned. The lead singer keeps talking, very well paid for it.