Till I See You Again

The Inception Of Something Futile

*Till I See You Again*

Chapter 1: _The Inception Of Something Futile. 9_

April's fingers slowly intertwine with his, a subtle ballet that mirrored the crescendo of their emotions. While their lips, danced in a passionate glaze, sealing the moment with the unspoken language of desire, leaving the room enveloped in the lingering warmth of their shared intimacy.

_And if I could I'd get you the moon and

Give it to you_

_And if death was coming for you'_

_I'd give my life for you_]

Seven hours later.

April stirs in bed, surrounded by sheets, but a subtle unease clings to her. As she attempts to rise, a persistent ache unfurls in her temples, signaling the unwelcoming presence of a hangover-induced migraine.

With a gasp, she seeks her forehead, her fingers applying gentle pressure in a desperate bid for relief. The room seems to sway, and April sighs heavily, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to ease the ache.

Alone in the quiet room, April grapples not only with the throbbing hangover but also with the hazy fragments of the night before. She furrows her brows, sighing in vain, attempting to summon the memories that elude her.

The events of the previous evening remain shrouded in mystery, leaving her with a headache and an unsolved puzzle.

She ventures into the living room, finding a solitary pillow on the couch. The persistent discomfort in her head intensifies as she tries to piece together the events of the previous night.

Tris emerges from the bathroom in his bathrobe. They exchange greetings and he casually walks past her to change. She settles on the couch, facing the TV, the migraine casting a shadow over her thoughts.

Her gaze drifts to the piano, recalling the melodic notes he played. Champagne-sharing memories flood back, painting a bittersweet smile on her face, though the dull ache in her head persists.

Recollections of being guided to the bed unfold. Her eyes widen in shock as she covers her mouth, lost in the last memory of holding his hand and pulling him close. The discomfort adds a layer of disorientation to her already puzzled state.

Tris reenters the room, and she instinctively looks away. He assures her about sleeping on the couch, urging her not to worry. She can't help but inquire about the night, seeking reassurance that nothing transpired between them, the persistent ache in her head pulsing in rhythm with her racing thoughts.

Tris maintains his stance, insisting nothing happened. With a nod, he suggests she get ready for their departure. April, battling the growing discomfort in her head, heads for a shower while Tris waits in the living room, orchestrating plans with his driver and preparing for their departure.

She packs her belongings, the discomfort fading, and they make their way back to the reception area. The receptionist apologizes for the night's disruption, but Tris dismisses it with a wave of his hand. Stepping outside, they're greeted by the sight of his Aventador, elegantly parked in front of the building, ready to whisk them away from the echoes of the night.

Tris and April leave the motel in the early afternoon sun, chatting as they hop into Tris's ride, heading to the boutique for a day of fashion and new adventures.

They step into the boutique, where the air is infused with the scent of new fabrics. Racks adorned with clothing for all genders stretch out before them, creating a vibrant mosaic of colors and styles.

April's eyes widen with excitement as she browses through the aisles, her fingers grazing over different textures. Tris, equally captivated, suggests, "How about we each pick out a few outfits for each other?"

April nods eagerly, and soon, they are surrounded by a pile of clothes to try on. April disappears into the fitting room, emerging in a dazzling array of dresses. The dressing assistant flutters around her, adjusting hems and offering style advice.

Tris watches with a discerning eye, nodding in approval as April twirls in each outfit. After a flurry of fittings, they decide on a mix of trendy and classic pieces. Tris, generous as always, insists on paying for everything.

Tris pulled out his phone, a subtle grin on his face, and said, "Let's make sure all those fabulous outfits find their way to your place." He navigated through his contacts and tapped away on the screen, filling in the details of April's house address.

"Got it all set," he says, looking up from his phone with a playful glint in his eyes. April chuckles, appreciating his attention to detail.

As they leave the boutique, Tris notices April's nervous smile. "Hungry?" he asks, and she nods. Tris gestures toward a nearby open restaurant, and they hop onto his ride, the wind tousling their newly acquired outfits.

Bathed in the soft glow of the mid-afternoon sun, the blue Aventador catches attention as they step out.

Through chic glass windows, the high-end restaurant invites a glimpse of the outside world. The establishment's name, in gold lettering, exudes sophistication, complemented by elegant lighting that adds a subtle sparkle, enhancing the luxurious ambiance within. This synthesis of modern charm and upscale aesthetics sets the stage for an exquisite dining experience.

April gives an approving nod, finding Tris's choice of the spot ideal for a laid-back and enjoyable afternoon.

Seated at a sunlit table, they take their time perusing the menu, engaging in casual conversation. Eventually, they decide on a delightful pizza and a couple of refreshing drinks. The waiter, with a friendly demeanor, patiently listens to their order, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. The gentle hum of afternoon chatter weaves into their surroundings.

The waiter returns, carefully balancing a tray with their chosen pizza and drinks. The aroma of the freshly baked pizza delicately wafts around them as the waiter places the dishes on the table, a genuine smile accompanying the presentation.

Savoring each moment, they take their time with the pizza, exchanging unhurried smiles. Each bite becomes a shared experience, the flavors sparking casual conversation. Laughter, like a gentle breeze, mingles with the satisfaction of enjoying a simple yet delicious meal, weaving the afternoon into a tapestry of delight.

As the sun gradually mellows, Tris signals for the check, gracefully settling the bill with the attentive waiter. April, appreciating the gesture, smiles warmly. Before they think about leaving, Tris discreetly arranges for a package to be sent to April's home—a thoughtful surprise awaiting her.

Tris holds the car door open for April, a small but deliberate gesture that speaks volumes. The engine purrs to life, and they embark on a leisurely drive to April's home.

Tris pulls up to April's home, parking the Aventador. With a sense of easy camaraderie, he walks her to the door.

April smiles, "Thanks for today, Tris." She leans in, planting a gentle peck on his cheek. Tris reciprocates the smile, "Anytime, April."

They linger for a moment, exchanging thanks and promises of another get-together before their goodbyes. As April enters her home, Tris heads back to the Aventador, the engine echoing a quiet farewell.

The sun gently dips below the horizon, leaving behind the warmth of shared moments and the lingering promise of more to come, along with a surprise package patiently awaiting April.

Tris navigates through the bustling streets until he reaches the flower shop. Once inside, a helpful assistant guides him through the array of blooms. Tris, reflecting on his father's fondness for calla lilies, selects a bouquet of these elegant flowers.

With the fragrant calla lilies in hand, Tris leaves the shop, his car now directed toward the graveyard. The petals, a symbol of purity and reverence, sway gently as he embarks on a heartfelt journey to honor his father's memory before he leaves for the surgery.

_Till I See You Again_

Next: Petals Of Remembrance.

Song in the Upcoming Episode: In The Stars- Sami Rose.