"Why Blair, why?"
His unblinking eyes bore into my soul. I felt the burden of guilt weighing down on me as I grabbed his hands tightly and whispered, "I'm sorry, come back..."
He yanked his hands away in defiance. He looked at me with his tousled chestnut brown hair and wavering green eyes.
"Its too late" he said as the walls of my dream began to collapse.
"STOP! COME BACK!!!" I screamed as tears of anguish began to flow from my eyes.
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I felt a strange dampness by the sides of my face as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
It's the day
It's the day
I'm leaving today
Leaving New York
After doing my final check on my suitcase, I grabbed my anorak jacket and walked out of my house, leaving my parents a goodbye note.
It was a typical day in the Dalton Avenue. The balmy breezes were fanning the swaying rhythm of the trees. The personal chauffeurs of each of my neighbors were hanging out at one of the bungalows of their employer. My neighbour, Mrs Applebottom was out on the lawn, passed out with a bottle of vodka in her hands and a Kate Spades handbag filled with used tissues on her right. Fancy and disgusting at the same time.
"Come back Harry, I'll be beautiful once I get my nose job done! Then, you will make me Mrs. Styles! " She slurred as an indignant smile appeared on her face
I had learnt from a young age not to bother the upper-class while they are drinking, complaining about their non existent love lives or dreaming about boy bands. The consequences were dire. Trust me.
"Miss! Miss! At least let me send you off!" Jerry, my chauffeur called.
"Sure." I answered with a small smile as he opened the door to the white Mercedes Benz.
Jerry knew me the best, better than my parents. Well, I shouldn't compare them to him, since they never bothered to at least try being decent parents.
"Are you sure about this Miss? Is leaving New York really the best solution?"
"Jerry...To the airport." I joked meekly, with my words ending with a tinge of sadness.
Silence filled the car, and from the front seat, an audible sigh could be heard.
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"Paging for flight J908, passengers on board flight J908, please board the plane," a woman announced monotonously over the P.A and I stood.
This is it. Bye New York. I'll miss you.
I dragged my luggage behind me and silently prayed, hoping against hope for my new life to be different.
For it to be better.
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