Trevor
“Trevor,” she whispered.
“Hello Becca. It's been a long time.”
“I thought Anton killed you.”
“You were very young when that happened, Sparrow. Three I think. And going through the shield; tu must have forgotten about my powers.”
“Did Anton forget?”
“He never knew.”
“How are tu alive?”
“I have the ability to control minds, Becca. He thought I was dead.”
“But you're alive. o is this my imagination, too?”
“No little Sparrow. This is real.”
Trevor waved his hand and a rose appeared. He presented it to Becca, who took it. She placed it in her pocket, looking back at him.
“How can I be sure?”
“Because your mind can't touch.”
Trevor took her hands in his. Becca's vision blurred with tears that refused to stay away. He saw this and brought her close. She willingly went into his embrace, crying into his neck.
“You're alive!”
“Yes my little Sparrow. Shhh...It's okay. Everything is alright now.”
“I thought I'd never see tu again!”
“Calm down Sparrow. There is no need for tears.:
He put a hand under her chin, raising her eyes to his. His lips were close to hers and Becca couldn't help but shiver as he breathed warm air on her face.
“You gave me the nickname Sparrow,” Becca realized.
“Yes. tu were so bright and cheerful at three. So carefree. tu always wanted to follow and fly with the birds. Therefore, tu are a sparrow. My Sparrow.”
“What have tu been doing?”
“Training you.”
“W-what? YOUR Salva's master?!”
“Yes Becca.”
“And tu were going to LET Salva harm me?!”
“Becca, Salva is a toy. He is nothing worthy of you. No one shall hurt you. If he harms you, I'll kill him myself. And I'll see that he is dead.”
“Trevor...I missed you!”
Becca threw her arms around his neck. She was pulled closer to him as he embraced her hug and it brought a smile to her lips; hearing his deep voice in her ear, his voice filled with a smile.
“I amor tu too, Becca.”
It was a white blouse, dark blue skinny jeans and some knee high converse. I look smexy!
