Coming to America

The hardest part

I sat there, in the dark of my room, the room that I will never see again.
I listened to George's breathing and heart beat.
The hardest part of leaving is not America itself and being in a whole new country, but leaving my old country and my boyfriend.
I felt my eyes starting to close but I didn't let it happen, I can't, If I want to get to America, tonight is the only night.
Inhale 3 seconds, wait 2 second, exhale 4 seconds, I listened to his breathing over again to make sure.
I toke a deep breath.
I need to do this, for myself.
I slowly and gently grabbed his strong arm that was around my waist and moved it to the side.
I got up from the bed, making sure to make as little moment and sound as possible.
As I got onto my feet, I stood at the edge of the bed and stared at my asleep boyfriend.
You saw him earlier today when I just told him that I was even leaving, imagine how he is gonna react to me leaving after telling him I was staying, and especially without any note.
I quickly slipped out of the door and went into his office.
My favorite part of this palace was the ball room and his office.
The ball room, the room where him and I had met and had danced all night.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I found a paper and a quil.
My dearest George,
I have gone to America, don't come looking for me.
My dear, I still and always will love you but I need to do this for my own good.
Sincerely you lover,
Abigail.
I grabbed the now filled page, the page that could tear this man apart, that could ruin his heart.
Quickly and quietly I made it back to our room and I laid the paper down on the edge of the bed.
Then, slowly, I grabbed my suitcase and caught one last glimpse of my beautiful King, asleep, not knowing what is awaiting for him, depression, heart break.
I somehow made it past all the guards by going out of the back.
Having to climb over walls and trees, I ripped my dress a little bit.
As I made it to the boat, I felt guilt wash over me.
I can still turn back, go back to the bed with my King and rule over Britain with my soul mate.
I stepped onto the boat, informing myself why I need to get to the Americas, as soon as I can.
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I apologize if the first few chapters are boring but it will get really interesting as Abigail gets to America and meets some new friends, maybe even lovers...