Love of the heavens (part two)

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[i recommend going and rereading part one before reading this one to get the full effect]
Alfred stood at the side of her plane, his hand on the wing. "You promise you'll come back?" he asked. It was almost tradition now. Always a promise to return, and she always did.

"Of course I promise to come back, beloved. I always will, remember?" Amelia smiled a smile much like the classic smile of her fiance. They were set to get married as soon as she got back from her around the world flight as a sort of celebration.

-flashback-
"Alfred, what are you planning?" Amelia asked, walking into the hangar. "You usually don't ask to meet me here, and you never ask me to go somewhere without telling me why."

Alfred looked down sheepishly before gazing at her once again. It wasn't he beauty that he fell in love with, it was her mind; her neverending curiosity, her stubbornness, all of it. "I wanted to take you up in my friend's new plane. You know, one of the really new fighters. I figured that you would be excited about it, since you like the fighters and the other war planes."

Amelia smiled and rolled her eyes. She knew her boyfriend was a dork, but this really took the cake. "Alright Alfie, alright. I assume you're flying it, then?"

The energetic man laughed. "Of course!" He lead the way up to the new plane. It was painted blue, with red and white stripes on the wings. Typical of the very patriotic American.

Alfred offered her a hand, which she accepted with a smirk. Quickly, she pulled him down and placed a quick kiss in his hair. "Thank you," she whispered. Alfred blushed ever so slightly.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

They both secured their goggles and Alfred drove the plane out and onto the runway. One of the greatest parts of flying was the takeoff. The pure feeling of exhilaration was something that was unequaled by anything else.

He brought the plane up to a comfortable cruising altitude. Turning around, he stood in his seat just to kneel back down again. He put a hand to his small headset and said, "Amelia, I know that I like you, and I'm pretty sure you like me, so would you do me the honor of standing by me and wearing a fancy ring?" He smiled and pulled said ring out of his pocket, holding it out to her.

"Alfred you dork! Of course I will!"
-end flashback-

Alfred fingered his simple gold band. "I love you."

"I love you too, dork." She looked down at her watch. "Oh! Alfred, get off the runway! I have to take off now or I'll be behind schedule!" She shoved him away from the wing of her plane.

Alfred brought his hands up in surrender, and walked away from the plane and into the hangar.

It was on this day, in June of 1937, on her second attempt at takeoff, that the famous female pilot Amelia Earhart took off on her flight round the world.

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Alfred waited anxiously in the hallway. He had heard from his boss that Amelia had arrived in New Guinea, but she was sick and weakened. He didnt like the way that sounded.

The dark omen from France came up in his thoughts again. No, it's just a coincidence, he thought to himself. Just a coincidence.

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July second he heard from her one more time. Not directly, of course. Through a message from the coast guard of Howland Island, actually. They said that things were going fine, and that their journey was going to come to an end rather soon.

"See France? You had no idea what you were talking about! They're both perfectly fine," Alfred said with a smile. France sat across from him, drinking some spiked tea and admiring the flowers in the garden they were in. France had come to visit and check on the relationship of his other son.

"I am glad that I was wrong on this account, mon ami. Just remember that her flight is not yet over, and a lot can happen in a few days," the Frenchman replied, taking another sip of his tea.

"Nothing's going to happen to her," he said, more for himself than for his companion.

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Pain. That's all he felt. It was July fourth, his beloved independence day. Alfred was waiting at the hangar that his beloved was to be flying into later that day.

Suddenly, he doubled over, a searing pain cutting through his chest. Amelia, was his only thought. He could literally see the fires of her downed plane; feel the burns and hear her screams and her pleads for mercy.

A plane crash. Fitting for someone with as much fire as she had. He fell to his knees, clutching at his chest and trying to keep from crying. Quick and shallow breathing was all you could hear in the room.

"Amelia, you promised me," he whispered to an empty room with an empty heart.

"You promised."


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Yay i suck at writing sad things. here you go, the second and final part of love of the heavens. im doing a frus fic next, but i dont have aything planned after that.
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