Chapter 34: Ticket To Ride

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Thank you very much for helping me create this chapter Sasah, my chicken friend!

The train station seems depressing today. The sky was gray and a lot of people passing us by doesn't look happy.

Audrey however was excited. She was wearing an emerald green trench coat with a small luggage on her hand.

There were people asking me for an autograph. Despite this heavy feeling of mournfullness, I still welcome pens and papers from fans.

I don't really know why I feel sepulchral today.

"Thank you so much Mr. Dean," a girl with curly blonde hair said.

I smiled and just nodded then the girl finally went away.

"Hey James?" Audrey said.

"Yeah?"

She frowned a bit and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Audrey," I replied forcefully.

She sighed and said, "It's only two weeks."

"Almost one month," I murmured.

"Just tell me now if you don't want me to go and do this movie."

I frowned and said, "I'm not stopping you from doing this movie, I'm just saying that I'm going to miss you."

Her eyes softened and she suddenly hugged me.

It's hard to stay upset when I can see Audrey truly happy with what she's doing.

"I'm going to miss you too," she whispered.

I blushed and held her tighter.

While we were hugging, we heard a loud clang made by a tubby man giving his full force whacking an old rusty bell.

"Last call for people going to Paris! We're about to leave in 4 minutes!"

We pulled away and looked at the passengers making their way inside the train.

"Call me when you get to Paris so I know that you made it safe," I said.

"I will. I'll miss you Jimmy," Audrey replied.

After I gave her a quick kiss on her lips, she started walking away.

Still walking, Audrey kept making glances. My eyes followed her until she made it to the train.

All alone in her seat, she peeked at her window and waved good bye then blew a kiss.

I waved back and smiled with a melancholic feeling because she's out of my sight already.

I then started walking away from where I was standing.

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