I Chose You (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

Chapter 42~ Ending.

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"So, what are you going to do now?"

"I... I don't know, Gabe... I guess I'll just have to leave her alone. She wouldn't even forgive me. So, what's the point of trying, right?"

"...... Greyson."

"What?"

"You wouldn't know if you won't try."

Greyson smiled. Then Madame Kora's voice ringed in his head 'A perfect girl you'll have but a betrayal you'll take. Choose wisely or it will be a heart you'll break.' It took him a while but finally, understood what Madame Kora had told him.

And at long last, Greyson finally realized who he chose all this time and what he choose.

 

~*~Your POV~*~

It's been... I don't know? 2 weeks since I left? And that dream I had in the plane is still haunting me, that Greyson ran after me but he didn't made it and he kept yelling "I Love You, YN". Of course, it was just a dream, it's not true. But I got this feeling that it was.

When I woke up, I was in tears and it was embarrassing because I'm sitting right next to a cute guy, maybe at my age. He was looking at me awkwardly and I apologized, but he only gave me his handkerchief and smiled at me then returned to his sleep. I wiped my tears away and kept his handkerchief for souvenir. Hey, you don't see cute guys who gives you a free handkerchief like him everyday. Then I instantly remembered my first flight with Greyson. Then again with the waterworks. I really feel sorry for this guy's handkerchief and myself. I just cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up for the second time, the cute guy was looking at me again! I immediately felt awkward. Maybe I'm drooling again. I'm such an embarrassment! I didn't realized that my head was leaning on his shoulder, so I apologized again and leaned away. Then finally, he talked.

"Why are you crying during your sleep? Are you missing someone in particular?" He cocked his head to the side, and he also got this deep British accent, like Gabe. Why do British people always do that when they ask?

"I-- umm... Maybe I am missing someone." I shrugged.

"Ohh... Well, maybe that person misses you also."

I flinched at what he had said. Impossible. "I hope he does."

"What's your name by the way?"

"Oh, I'm YFN. And you?"