Blu was worried sick. She hadn¡¯t talk to Ireland in three days.
Three days.
Not a phone call, not a text message, not a smoke signal...nothing. Her friend hadn¡¯t been to class. She hadn¡¯t come home. Ireland hadn¡¯t even stop by her work to see the lastest wedding dresses and designs. Blu worked for a Bridal Magazine as its social media content creator.
It wasn¡¯t like her.
Ireland was her best friend. They met day one and had bonded over the fact that Ireland¡¯s family called her Red and Blu¡¯s family called her Blu, Even though her real name was Brooklyn Amelia Kenny. ?And if the coincidence God had sense a humor, Blu¡¯s mother Samantha was from Ireland and Ireland¡¯s biological father Wayne was from Brooklyn.
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Despite very different interest the pair was inseparable...yes there were those times when?Ireland was called home to that big tall fortress that was MC3, or Chord Industry towers. But even in those times she text or snuck a call in the middle of the night. But there had been nothing.
For Three Whole Days.?
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On the second day, Blu was on campus when she heard a rumor that a helicopter had crashed into the bay. Blu didn¡¯t even stay in class, she raced home, turned on the news and there it was...Live and in color video footage of one of Chord Industries ?helicopters bursting into flames and crashing ?into the bay.
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A feeling of foreboding fell upon her so strong. It¡¯s squeezed her heart so tight that all she could do was just sit on her floor in front of the TV and cry.
And there she stayed...until this moment...until day three.
Blu sat up to that same feeling in her gut.? She couldn¡¯t breathe. She didn¡¯t want to believe...Didn¡¯t even want to think about...but that was the only thing that could explain it.
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She and Ireland have been joined at the hip since meeting each other in their dorm lobby first day of class... they had never not gone a day without speaking to each other even when they got mad at each other.
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Wiping her eyes Blu stood up from the floor, put on Ireland¡¯s Keds that she had borrowed and ran to the door. She needed to get to the fortress. She didn¡¯t know if they were going to let her in, but she damn sure wasn¡¯t leaving until she got answers. She needed to know she needed to know for sure.
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She was in such a rush Blu didn¡¯t hear the soft tap on the door. So when she opened it, she gasped in shock to see Ireland¡¯s brother Brandon standing there on their front doorstep...dressed like a funeral director.
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Tears instantly began to fall from her eyes...
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NO! Her mind screamed and she slammed the door shut in his face. And soft scream of anguish slipped from her lips as she pressed her forehead against the wood. ¡°Go away,¡± she barely whispered through her pain.
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?After all, if she didn¡¯t let him in then this didn¡¯t have to be real, did it?
