The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

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After a day, Olen booked a flight. We were staying there for two weeks. Now, I was currently packing my stuff. Every hour, I still check my phone if he messaged. He hasn't. And every time I wake up or go to sleep, I would still wait for his messages or calls. I would still want to hear his voice.

God, I'm so stupid. Why am I still waiting for his messages or calls? He left me.

"Still sulking now, are we?" Oliver's suddenly rang through my ears. "You know, that won't do you any good, twinny." I looked at him and his eyes were twinkling with concern.

"I- What should I do, Lev?" I asked him. "I want him out of my mind at the same time I don't." I bit my lip lightly. "Do I even make sense?" I breathed in deeply. "God, why am I crying again.. I'm so weak.. crying every time I remember and.. being so weak.. and vulnerable."

"Olivia." Oliver called, snapping me out of my rambling situation. "Don't ever think you're weak for showing emotions. Your feelings are valid. Remember that."

"Now, let's get packing." He chuckled. "Wouldn't want Olen to yell at us, would we?

"No, I chuckled. "He's the worst when mad. Guy has anger issues."

"How many suitcases are you going to pack?" Oliver asked while he was helping me fold my clothes.

"Two? Three, maybe." I shrugged. "It really depends on the clothes I'm brining. You might never know - mama and papa have connections in Spain. Maybe we're going to attend a fancy party."

"So, I might bring a tuxedo then?" He asked.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "It the party is real though, maybe papa will just bring you to a tuxedo shop. It's quite a challenge to bring a tuxedo." I chuckled. "Unless you have a private jet and you don't have to worry that much about baggage - I think,"

"You don't know?" Oliver looked at me it shock.

"Know what?" I scrunched my eyebrows in severe confusion.

"Oliver is taking us to a private jet. Apparently, he had saved up tons of money and bought one without us knowing. He had a discount because the seller already knew him because he travels very frequently." He explained.

"Wait. Really?" I asked in disbelief. "I can't believe Olen can do that." I chuckled.

"Me too," He laughed.

"What do you think Spain holds for us?" I asked Olen. "I knew we were born and stayed for five years - but, I can't really remember that much. Do you?" I asked him while now arranging my clothes.

"I don't know," He shrugged. "But, since we live in Barcelona, there might be cool places. I don't know. I think mama and papa will tour us. Or family members."

"Santiago and Yelena are the ones living there, right? I think their also the one who takes care of the house when Olen left after staying there for a few years." I asked, mentioning our cousins from our father side.

"Yeah," Another voice suddenly piped in which was Olen's. "Santi and Ena are living there. They also have a son now, Gael."

"Oh," I elongated the word. "How old is he?" I asked when he sat with us in the bed.

"Five." He answered. "He's quite a cutie. He as soft curly hair and green eyes. Bet he's going to be a heartbreaker when he grows up." He chuckled.