Chapter Thirteen

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4:15am.

My alarmed of my favorite Arctic Monkeys song blasted.

I stretched, went to the shower and played my mood boosting playlist on spotify.

My brain remembered Michele's conditions and his words.

He can't love me.

We didn't do anything but fked.

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I am dressed in a comfortable sweatpants and hoodie.

I went into the kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee.

That's when I saw a sleeping Michele on the couch.

His body seemed more peaceful from last night but his face held so many pain.

I kissed his forehead then finished my coffee.

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I am at the airport when I saw Adrian rushing towards me with his luggage.

I laughed as he struggled a bit.

"Good morning," He pants as he reached me bowing a little to catch his breath.

"Good morning, cupcake."

He laughed as he heard me called him the nickname I give him when we became bestfriends.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Whenever you are," he said.

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During the flight I told Adrian about my fantasy desire whom hates me right now.

He listens to me when I talked and this is why he has a special place in my heart.

When I told him about moving to London, Adrian unhesitantly agreed to come with me.

And this is where my youth matured.

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