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Chapter 66 - Scarlett

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                                                            ●•Scarlett•●

It was not any warmer than what it’d been all week; it was maybe a bit colder, actually. The temperature kept dangerously going down, the sky numb, dark and filled with heavy clouds, snow getting thicker by the moment. Every single touchable surface was a block of ice, and the gloves I was wearing didn’t help much when it came to the warming purpose.

“You sure it’s safe to get into that plane?” I murmured to Tyler, waiting for his flight to be announced, sitting by his side and watching as people ran around, desperate, cursing the whole world because their flight had been canceled. Which didn’t happen to Ty, for the records. “I’m not sure the sky is good, and, you know.”

He chuckled softly, patting my back and running his fingers gently through my hair. His arm looped loosely around my shoulders and brought me closer to press a warm kiss to my forehead, the feeling lingering there for a while more before the cold hit my skin again.

“S’all fine, K. I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he assured, not letting go of me just yet. “If it wasn’t safe they would’ve warned us. It’s going to be just fine.”

And, well, yeah. But I was a bit freaked out, if I’m honest. I’d never travelled by plane and the mere thought just scared the hell out of me; being a billion feet away from the ground and all that sh–t. Disaster movies didn’t help either, and I’d watched a fair amount of those next to Tyler and sometimes even his friends. It was pathetic, maybe, but I couldn’t bring myself to care right now.

“K. I’m serious,” Tyler laughed again, squeezing me tight. “I’m gonna be fine. Promise I’ll call you as soon as I land, okay? Gonna keep you updated, yeah?”

“You know I know nothing about that,” I clarified, hoping he’d understand that whatever he told me, it wouldn’t make a difference. I literally knew nothing about how boxing was supposed to work. Not my thing.

“I do,” he agreed then, just shrugging as if it wasn’t much, anyway. And of course, I knew he’d call me. Not to keep me updated, nor to put me at ease, but because this was going to be the longest period of time in years we’d stay without seeing each other. Actually, it was the first time we were going to be apart at all.

I wasn’t worried much about that; I would be fine – better than fine, because. –, and I firmly believed Tyler would be just fine as well. Or at least, that’s what I hoped. I’d coddled him a lot during the years we’d spent together, but I still believed he could take care of himself, act like a grown man, because he was. The only problem, I feared, was dealing with the mere thought of having no one to come back to at the end of the day. This scared him. A lot.

And, okay, there was Zach, probably sleeping at the room right next to his – or maybe they’re even going to share a room, who knows –, but it’s not me. And it’s just not the same.

And speaking of which, Zach suddenly came back, a fond smile gently placed on his lips as he watched Tyler with his arms still around me, whispering something in my ear I didn’t really pay attention to as I stared at the numbers on my phone screen. It was almost his time to go, get into that damn plane.

Before I could voice my thoughts, a woman announced the number of the flight, making my boyfriend stand up quickly, not bothering to offer me a hand to stand up as well as he bent down to grab his bags. Zach did just the same, and I rose to my feet, sighing, fixing the hem of my shirt before offering Tyler help with his hand baggage.