Meg stared at the wall in her washroom. Why did I ever think that it could have worked out? she thought to herself, her heart shattered into tiny fragments, just like her hopes. Her first inclination was to be angry; enraged even at the man who crushed her hopes and dreams, but she knew that she hadn't let him know that she was interested in him. She'd essentially kept her interest in him carefully hidden when she was around him and admired him from afar. So how was he to know that she wanted him? Her next inclination was to be angry at the woman who had taken him from her, but even there, her anger was misplaced, she realized, as this woman had shared so many things with the man that Meg loved. Their love for flying, the love for aerial combat and a deep zest for life that transcended the ordinary, since each one of them knew that life was fleeting. All it took was one mistake and their aircraft would transform into spare parts taking them with it. And that was why both Kimber and Toshio hung onto life with a two-fisted grip that was tighter than a giant clam hanging onto a pearl and they had found each other. Meg realized with deep sadness that Kimber truly was Tosh's other half and that Meg had really had no chance at all when Kimber came into the picture. Why oh why couldn't Kimber have picked Phil or someone else other than Tosh?
Her next inclination was to run; to get away from the pain and hurt that living under the same roof with the man who broke her heart and the woman that had taken Tosh away from her (even though she knew that Tosh never really was hers since she hadn't even opened her mouth to lay claim to him) was causing Meg. She tried so hard to despise Kimber, but Meg just wasn't that kind of vicious person. And her daddy had taught her, that you don't run away from your pain because all it does is sit there while you avoid it and fester and make things worse in the end. And Meg knew her daddy had said that Austins don't run away. And she was an Austin and she sure as heck wasn't going to run away from her problems.
Besides, even if she couldn't have Tosh, there were plenty of eye-candy until the right guy came along - and frankly, she'd spent a lot of time working with Harm. There was always Harm who seemed to be completely and utterly oblivious to the machinations of the women in front of him, even though he was a handsome catch who had always got away.
But still, the acid hurt rose up in her craw when she was in close proximity to Tosh or Kimber...
...and she tried to avoid talking to them as much as possible, with perhaps a perfunctory hello but not sticking around for conversation. To heal her heart, she buried herself in her work and avoided them as much as possible. Because even if they didn't intend to, it hurt seeing them together
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