Never Be The Same - A Mamamoo Moonbyul-Yi Fanfiction (gxg)

Chapter 37

Swithene's POV

     I feel bad for myself. I don't even know why I should be on this plane in the first place. Everywhere else is delayed and the only immediate plane available is a plane ticket to Italy. Well, I don't got other options now, do I? I can't believe I'm coming back there with a broken heart.. AGAIN.

  Here I am trying to hide my cries from my siblings. I keep thinking to myself that I should be strong and remain unfazed but the pin always overpowered me. Atleast I got a whole trip to cry over.

Thankfully, Zico didn't bother asking me what's going on or what happened as he and his nosy self usually does. He was too occupied texting on his phone before the attendant asked us to keep our phone off or on airplane mode before taking off. He looks a little too relaxed today rather than looking worried. Did something good happened to him today?

   He doesn't have to know what's going on, right? I think it would be best. I'm too tired to explain anyway and I needed a nap. But even so, I wish I could shut my mind down. I'd rather that than constantly asking myself what went wrong.

 I need to ask for some wine or something. I need it. I called on one of the attendant and asked for some alcohol drink to help me sleep. I specifically asked for something that could knock anyone to sleep other than the sleeping pill.

As expected, two glass and I'm already feeling funny. Before I could even move on to the third glass, I felt the need to take a nap and my brain felt like it's forcing me to shut down.

 "Zico, wake me up when we arrive." I grabbed the sleeping mask to put myself to sleep. Still, even with my eyes closed I see her. I couldn't even do anything but burst into tears till my eyes grew tired.

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"Noona.."

"Unnie, wake up."

"Noona!" I felt someone nudging me. I groaned and grabbed the sleeping mask out of my face only for me to have my eyes squinting from the light. People were already busy taking out their suitcases and exiting the plane.

 "How long was I out?" I asked. My throat feel parched for some reason.  "Barely 12 hours. Your eyes look like it's been stung by a bee." I threw the sleeping pillow and glared his exaggerating comment.

  "Let's just go." I muttered and left with the stuff I put in the cabin baggage.

 "Zico, Keep an eye on the luggage for us. I'll change my clothes for a second and find our ride to put this on the car first." I said referring to these things I have in my hand.

  "Alright." Zico agreed and left to get our luggage.

I quickly took out some clothes I packed in my bag and changed into mom jeans and white loose shirt. I couldn't fit shoes in here so I have to stick with what I have which is the stiletto . After I did, I took Lisanna with me and looked out the big window to look for any signs of my name outside. I've booked at ride to come pick us up at the airport to the Hotel I've reserved for my family, it should be waiting by now.

  Through all the crowds going in and out of the place, I did manage to find my name on a piece of paper from a woman dressed in a fancy black suit. Normally, only one chaperone would come and get us but she brought about 2 companies who looks like a body builder.

 "Buongiorno. Senora Swithene Myoung , vero?" (Hello. Miss Swithene Myoung, right?)

 I smiled, "Si." (Yes)