Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 14: Greece

Chapter 14: Greece

After packing all of my necessities and visiting Sofia one last time before our flight, I was officially ready for the next morning. Mom wasn't too sad to hear that I would be flying off to another country for a month either. In fact, she offered me tips on how to "make your man feel special" and offered to pack my belongings. Jazmyn, well, she didn't feel too bad because Kostas offered to pay for her to come for our last week there. She'd be attending the wedding. Funny, I almost caught her ready to call me a bad friend before that generous gift was given.

I laid in bed, laughing at the memory of her eyes bugging out and her mouth going wide open in shock as Kostas handed her two plane tickets, one for her the other for whoever she wanted to invite. A little later, I changed out of my dress and placed on my nightwear. I took off the light then crawled into my queen sized bed, laying there unconsciously but not completely asleep. How could I when I was traveling back to the same place I had so many nightmares of? I couldn't believe that one bad memory was actually doing this to me.

Every time I thought back to Greece, my heart went into even more chaos and disarray. And just when I was getting ready to think back on it, Sofia's face flashed into my head. She smiled as soon as the words secret wedding left my lips. Kostas smiled too as he sat next to her on the hospital bed, telling her that once she fully recovered she'll be flying to Greece with us one day also. They joked around, laughed and hugged each other like the best of friends, like family. We dedicated the rest of our day to her.

Thus that night, due to Sofia, I slept in bed reminiscing of only the good memories of Greece; I remember Kostas holding my hand as we took off on his private jet, my fear of flying very palpable.

I remember Kostas smiling excitedly as he introduced me to as many of his family members as he could in one day.

I remember dancing with Kostas and his brother and sister at parties.

I remember Nana Sarantos's crispy filo pie, grilled meats, and my favorite her honey and baklava, their aroma pulsating through the air and melting in my mouth.

I remember walking down the shore of a deep blue ocean, Kostas' hand in mine.

I remember him smiling so effortlessly, and me cherishing each and everyone of those smiles like the findings of a rare gem. His happiness was the greatest treasure in the universe to me.

...why did Kostas had shut me out of his life?

That night I cried...because I could no longer deny that I was still in love with him.

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Kostas smiled and held tighter onto my waist as paparazzi men flashed cameras in our faces. We walked at a steady pace towards the jet. I don't believe anyone noticed my breath coming out in quick short intervals or my hand pulling my pocketbook in a vice grip. I was still deathly scared of air travel, well air travel over large bodies of seas and such. I was alright when it came to flying to another state. However, I never flew on an airplane again after those couple of times with Kostas. It, ironically enough, seemed lonely to me.

We reached the steps of the plane and the flight attendants greeted us.

"Welcome," they said.

I nodded and thanked them, then proceeded to enter the plane. Inside was decorated similar to a luxurious living room. A lengthy dark orange couch facing two table, four plush plane chairs, plants, and ample flat screens decorated the interior. It was a pretty dim setting for this beautiful morning, but I was amazed all the same. This was a different jet from the one I remembered. Then again who was I kidding, Kostas changed luxury cars like underwear.