If The Stars Could Reach Us - Lance Stroll

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❝ Iғ I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ﹐ I ᴡɪsʜ I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ❞

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March 25th, 2024, Somewhere in the air from USA to UK

It's been two weeks since I left Lance's apartment after the dinner. I said regrettable things that day, and I hate myself for it. I shouldn't have said it, and I shouldn't have left. I didn't even go to Christopher as I had yelled at him; I just went straight to the hotel and then to work the next day.

But I couldn't stay at the hotel forever. So when Peter Milles asked if I wanted to go to the United States for a business meeting and gave me the opportunity for a book tour with Alexandra and Christopher, I immediately said yes.

Lance didn't know about it, and I didn't tell him. We spent three days not talking to each other until he texted me. By then, I had already decided that some space might be good for the both of us; we could meet after I returned from the United States.

But as that day was arriving soon, I didn't want to return to London. I was afraid of what Lance wanted to talk about... I was scared of everything I had to tell him.

"Are you okay?" Christopher's voice shakes me from my thoughts, and I quickly nod.

"I'm just tired," I say and force a smile on my lips. "And obviously, I will even be more tired when we land due to the time differences."

"Anything else on your mind?"

It is like he reads me like an open book, something he has done more over the past two weeks. I haven't told him about the break-up, although I think he suspects something.

"Not necessarily, why?"

Christopher shrugs his shoulders as he stands up from his seat and takes the seat next to me; gently, he grabs my hand, giving it a little squeeze, which causes me to look him in the eye. "We've been away for two weeks now, and yet you haven't called Lance once, nor have you talked about him, and you dodged Alexandra's questions about him. Are the two of you okay?"

Reads me like an open book.

"Uh... no, we are not okay," I decide to tell him truthfully; there's no point in either lying or hiding it anymore. "We broke up right before we went to the States."

"Oh," He says. "I am sorry to hear about that." His demeanor softens, and Christopher tilts his head slightly to his right. "Can I do anything for you?"

I shake my head, "I've been okay for the past two weeks. I can survive a few more hours on this plane."

"When we had that dinner, did you two break up already?"

I slowly nod, "Not a hundred percent, but..." I sigh as I remember the days before, the fight in Bahrein. "It really was just a few days before this trip."

"Well, if I can say this," He gives me an apologetic smile. "He is a fool for letting you go."

I laugh and roll my eyes, "You don't even know what happened, Chris. How do you know it is not my fault?"

"Because you were so in love with him, I can't imagine you did anything wrong."

"He and I were both very much in love, but being in love doesn't mean it always works out."

Christopher nods, pressing lips together, "What happened?"

"Lots of miscommunication."

"So, he wasn't jealous of all the time I got to spend with you?"