Gabriel

6. Hello, New York!

Madness - Muse (play song at ***)

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Gabriel stops dead in him tracks and turns around towards me, looking appalled.

"How could you even think such thing?" He sounds astonished. I can't tell if I should be relieved at that. It doesn't mean he wants me though. Maybe he just feels bad and like he can't go back on his word or something.

"Like, I total get it; this really isn't what you signed up for when we met with the whole dream thingy so I wouldn't-", I'm abruptly cut off when he almost violently grabs my arms and shakes me as he exclaims, "Don't even think like that. You're my sou- friend! I would never leave you."

I caught the slip up. Now, if I wasn't sure before about him knowing more than he's letting on, I am now. He was going to say sou- something. I'm on level Nancy Drew when it comes to sleuthing around. I'll find out what he's hiding- focus Maeve!

"I... I", I stammer. His gaze is so intense it shakes me to my core. No one has ever looked at me that way before. Like I mean something to them... and that makes my eyes water, so before I can control myself, I fling my arms from his grip and wrap them around his neck in a vise-like grip. He returns the emotion, but more gently taking care around my ribs.

"It killed me to see the cuts. It felt like a part of me was dying inside. I don't know why I didn't notice before. Why do you hurt yourself?" He asks with so much pain, it feels like my own. I can't even keep eye contact. I shrug.

"Can we please talk about something else?" I let out barley a whisper. He sighs and lets go from my embrace, immediately making my body cold again as we head towards his car. He tosses my suitcase gently in the trunk and climbs in the front seat. I hesitate for a moment, looking back at my old house for a moment. Many memories came from inside there. A few good but most bad, so it makes it easier, as the sentimental person I am, to get in the car and drive away without another glance back.

"You'll like it there, I think", he says after a long, uncomfortable silence on the ride to the airport.

"Where?" I ask, confused.

"In New York, I mean", he clarifies.

"Cool", is all I say before we get to the tarmac. I have no other words. What do you say to the person that has just witness one of your deepest secrets. How do you explain to them why you did it? So, I say nothing at all instead.

He pulls up in front of a.. HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS.

A private airplane.

"A PRIVATE FLUFFING AIRPLANE?!" I screech before I can contain myself. He looks almost amused, and probably would be if it weren't for the emotional cloud cover to our relationship, whatever it was.

"What type of business do you own?" I ask before he can say anything.

"An international shipping and transports corporation, and a worldwide string of hotels", he says seriously before motioning me up the steps of the airplane. He goes up after me, greeting the pilot as they talk for a minute about flight plan and weather. I wave a quick hello before taking a seat at one of the many plush chairs by a window. I've been on an airplane before, and I have hated it. The awful metal contraptions are horid. And to put you life in someone else's hands is frightening. I know it's hypocritical of me to be saying this but I really do fear death, now that I see a potential future; with or without Gabriel. I never applied to college. It was a joke to my deadbeat dad, and I never had the drive. But now? I think I should try. It's too late to get in for this fall but maybe next year.