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Chapter Fifty-One: Returning Home

Chapter Fifty-One: Returning Home

For those of you who are confused, I changed this chapter quite a bit as I wasn't happy with it. I have left a bold message where I have edited the chapter. I hope I don't confuse you too much!

Ellie

 

I sat on the edge of my temporary bed, a pile of folded clothes on my lap. I smoothe out the creases in the articles of clothing, and, with a heavy sigh, place them in my suitcase. I pulled back my hair, tying it up into a pony to keep it out of the way of my face.

 

I heard footsteps quietly padding toward my door, and I froze up. As soon as Sean walked in, still wearing his funeral clothing, he sat down beside me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. I leaned into his hug, knowing that this would probably the last time that I would see him. For a long while, anyway.

 

“Thank you so much, Sean,” I said softly, pulling myself away from the hug. “For everything.”

 

A friendly smile blazed his features with happiness. “That’s alright, Ellie.”

 

“Not really,” I nibbled on my lip, eyes swimming across his confused features. “I was a real handful, Sean, and many people would have thrown me out the second I started crying. I know I’m annoying-”

 

He cut me off with a chuckle. “Don’t be silly,” he told me. “You were upset and you needed a friend.”

 

I nodded my head, letting the comfortable silence settle between us as I packed away my things. I zipped up my bag, standing up and hauling the suitcase behind me.

 

“Are you gonna be alright?” Sean asked.

 

“Yeah-yeah, I should be,” I nodded. “I have Mark to take care of m-” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “I can take care of myself.” I smiled, feeling slightly triumphant. I will be strong.

 

He beamed at that, standing up to pull me into another hug. “That’s the spirit. Will you text me when you get home from your flight?”

 

“Of course.” I agree, turning my head to the doorway only to see Mark standing there, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed now in more comfortable clothing, just like I was.

 

“Y’ready?” He asked, and I nodded in response.

 

“Yeah,” I said breathily, turning back one last time to offer Sean a small smile before I lugged my back out of the room and followed Mark. I took in the scenery of Ireland, letting the cool breeze roll over my skin before I sighed and opened up the door of the cab that Mark had ordered to take us to the airport. As it rode along, I gazed out the window and let my head rest on my hand.

 

Mark gazed at me for the longest time in the cab before he spoke up. “I really missed you.”