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i hate airports. hate it. i would rather be buried alive than fly in a plane. which is why i'm currently on the bathroom floor, in an airport, crying. i know i have to get out soon otherwise romeo would be mad. sometimes i wonder if it's exhausting being that angry all the time.
"excuse me, are you alright in there?" a woman says to my booth. what do i do now? is it egoistic to have a fear that she will recognize me? because i can guarantee that romeo would hate the headline "alexandra maggio was seen crying in a fucking bathroom". why does everything has to be so complicated? like why does i even have to be at these prepartys? that's a stupid question, i know why.
i open the door and smile to the old lady. "yes i'm fine" i say and quickly go to the mirrors. not to brag but i look good after i've been crying, yes you can clearly see that i've been crying but my lips are plump af. i splash some water on my face. "let's fucking do this" i say to myself. i go out and look for romeo. i'm starving but romeo said i had to wait with the food, something about "if i eat now i will mess up my eating schedule". i did not question it, i have learned to stop doing that.
"there you are, we were almost leaving without you". good, i think. i know it was meant as something mean but i'm really considering not hoping on that flight. the thing about flights is that you are literally screwed if something goes wrong. what are you going to do, jump out? like you will DIE either way.
things go on pretty smoothly until we are at the actual plane. "romeo i swear to god get me out of here, i will walk to spain if i have to".
"alexandra, number 1 don't ever disturb me while i'm listening to my documentaries. number 2 stop being a bitch about it and just relax". he says as he puts on his headphones again. he's always listening to true crime's documentaries, i think he is catering inspiration for when he is going to kill me. well what will i do now? i can still use my phone a bit before having to turn it on flight mode so i do what feels best, text marko.
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i really try to relax and take things one step at a time. my mind keep drifting away to the fact that we will see each other soon, and the red heart.
a/n hello everyone! this is kind of a filler chapter but how are we feeling this far? i'm sorry for not updating but i have been to taylor swift this weekend!! and i've also been stressed af because of school and the national tests😭 but now everything's done so i have logged of from school and is all yours now.
