"Niyathi? Darling? What's wrong?" Cole asks as I curl up on my bed, door locked.
"Why don't we talk when you get back from your tour?" I snap, wiping a tear from my face as he pops the lock.
"How'd you know?"
"I follow you on social media, you know," I sniff, hugging my pillow closer to my chest. "Thanks for telling me before you told the rest of the world."
"What's up with you, Niyathi? Why are you being so distant?"
"I'm being distant? You're the one going on tour every week! We barely get any time together! I'm sick of it!"
"I'm sorry that I'm trying to live my dream!" He shouts. My mouth shuts as tears blur my vision.
"So that's it, then? I'm getting in the way of your dream? Fine. Then I'll just stay out of your way," I say, walking down the stairs, knowing he'll follow.
"Niyathi, you-"
"Go." I open the door for him and he looks shocked. I turn away from his gaze, showing him I won't listen to what he might to say, and he leaves silently. "Have fun living your dream."
《Two weeks later》
Knock knock knock.
"Mom, I already told you, I don't want anything to eat," I mumble.
"You have to eat sometime. You need to get over him, honey. He's just a boy," she says, patting my thigh as I sit up.
"He's not just a boy, Mom. I loved him. I still do love him."
"Then tell him that," she said. She walked out of my room.
"Wait. What!?" I yell, following after her. Just as I get to the top of the stairs, I look down at the front door.
Tears spill from my eyes as I sprint to the front door and embrace the tall, blonde, puffy eyed man before me.
"I love you. I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you," he mutters over and over. "I was so stupid. I'm so sorry."
"What about your tour? You're supposed to be in Ontario," I smile, wiping a tear from his cheek.
"I miss you. I'm so sorry. I should've thought more about how this would affect you. I love you," Cole says, bringing my head to his chest. Though he said it just moments before, those the words sunk in for the first time.
"I love you, too, Cole. And I'm sorry, too. But you need to get to Canada," I say, almost ending in a whisper.
"We need to get to Canada." I look up at him. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling it two pieces of paper, along with two..... passports?
"Let's get going!" he says. I grab his hand and walk out the door.
"Yeah! That's fine with me! Don't worry about it!" Mom yells. I laugh as I get into the car.
"I love you," I say again.
"That's quite forward, my lady. Lucky for you, though, I am currently single. Care to be my girlfriend?"
"Yes. I'd love to."
