As I entered the bus, crying, I chose a place in the back, next to a window and Ray sat next to me, still holding my hand.
She didn't say a thing but holding my hand did actually help a little bit.
As the bust started to drive away from the hotel, and the building got smaller and smaller, it felt like my heart got pulled out of my chest and ripped in hundred pieces.
That's how it felt to leave this place.
Ray comforted me the whole drive until we reached the airport of Rhodes. We left the bus and entered the big building. After leaving our suitcases behind for them to get on the plane, we walked around at the airport and we were all kinda sad.
" I wanna hide and stay here forever " I said, being mad at the fact we had to leave in an hour.
" Same " Ray sighed.
" It were 11 wonderful days " my mum smiled, but she was about to cry too. My dad just sat there, staring out the windows at the planes which arrived and which left.
I had taken my phone and was staring at the picture Ray had made yesterday from me and Cris.
" He won't forget you, Clara "
" It's not fair "
After half an our we had to board already. We were waiting in the long row of people. I sighed and realised this was definitely the end.
All of a sudden someone tapped my shoulder and threw his arms around my neck from behind me.
His hands.
" CRISTIANO " I jumped up, turned around and hugged him like I've never hugged someone before.
" Wow " he was kinda surprised, but hugged me back.
" I thought you'd just leave me behind! " I frowned. Letting go and I softly slapped his chest.
" I would never do that "
" Okaaay, hold each other, I'll take the picture " Ray winked and took her phone. I got to stand next to Cris and put my arm around his neck. He put his around my waist.
" Perfect shot " Ray said when the picture was taken.
" Thanks, Cris! " I had this problem I couldn't stop blushing.
" One last thing before you enter that plane " he said, handing over something he was holding in his hands the whole time.
I unfolded it and it was a Real Madrid shirt with Cristiano's name on the back and of course, the number 7! It was signed and he had written something underneath it but I couldn't read it because I was too happy. I starting crying again. Tears of happiness mixed with tears of sadness.
He hugged me tightly again and I whispered: " Thanks "
He let go and kissed me one more time, softly, like always.
" Come on, enter your plane before it leaves without you " he said, nodding to the gate.
" I wouldn't mind tho "
