Mr. Imperfectionist 2

27- No Goodbyes

Finally, that dreadful day arrived. I packed my bags with a long face, like I did four years ago. Sabil was with the other guys, deciding a way to drop me off at the airport safely. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't cry this time. But such promises are hard to keep. The tears kept streaming down my face, and I kept on wiping them off while zipping my bags.

After the packing was done, I took a warm shower, got dressed in comfortable pink sweatpants and white sneakers, and wore my black sunglasses to hide my red eyes. Before I could leave the room, Sabil walked in with a glum face. I was careful not to look into his eyes because that would just make me cry harder.

"Ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

Sabil held my hand and pulled me closer to him. He slowly took off my glasses, revealing my bare red eyes to him. He sighed and cupped my face. I was afraid that he was going to break down too.

"You don't have to cry, Saanj. You know we can be in touch this time." He said.

"I know. But it's only going to make it harder for me to concentrate on my personal life. We can talk, but we cannot meet again, and that would just kill me." My voice broke in the end.

"Oh, Saanj." Sabil whispered and kissed my forehead.

I then pressed my lips on his, and we kissed. I devoured his lips as much as I could, for I knew I wasn't going to feel him in my arms again. The pain was definitely less since we were going to be in touch, but separation is never easy. Sabil held me close and kissed me fiercely. After kissing each other, he released my lips and kissed my forehead again.

"Let's go." He said.

"Are you coming to drop me?" I asked.

"Of course, Cariano. Luis is not in Spain, and I know he won't make the mistake of attacking us on the road. I am going to drop you off at the airport. Daniel will be travelling with you till India. He will be seated in a different seat, and you don't have to have any interactions with him. He will be in disguise. Only after you have reached home safely will he return to Spain."

I creased my eyebrows. "What? Why? I don't need you to send anyone with me, Sabil. I will be fine."

Sabil smiled softly. "I know you will be. But I don't want to take any chances. Daniel is the best shooter, so it's best to send him with you. He will protect you with his life."

I sighed. "That's what I don't want, Sabil. I don't want anyone to lose their life while protecting me."

"You don't have to worry, Cari. Daniel is too smart to get killed. And he will protect you even if I don't ask him to. These guys like you."

I blushed. "Well, thank you."

Sabil kissed my brow. He took a trolley bag, gripped my hand and walked out of the room with me. My heart was heavy again. I was going back, leaving him behind. Leaving my friends behind. Who knows what's going to happen next? Everyone was fine the last time I left, until Julio lost his hand. Sabil lost his other friends that I'd not even known, but I could feel his pain. What happens to Daniel if someone attacks us on the plane or in India? What if Luis and his gang attack Sabil and everyone else after I am gone? Not that I can protect them anyway, but I just want them to be safe and alive.

As we descended the steps, I found everyone standing there with a sad smile on their face. I let go of Sabil's hand and dashed over to Julio. I hugged him tight, and he hugged back by holding me with one hand. It still pained me to see Julio with only one hand. What if he loses another in a fight? Urgh, why am I so negative? I shook off that thought as a tear rolled down. I was wearing my glasses, but I am sure they can still see the tear.