Good Girl Gone Bad ✔️

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I watched as the beautiful girl before me walked down the stairs. She was like Cinderella and I was her Prince Charming.

Her hair was cascading down her shoulders and back. Her natural beauty and the makeup blended so well together. It made her even more beautiful.

I reached out my hand and she placed her tiny one in mine. I couldn't stop looking at her and I will never stop.

I grinned at her and she blushed. I leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. She was now pink like cotton candy. I chuckled and brushed away a loose strand of hair that rested on her cheek.

She was just so beautiful. I couldn't resist her. I just stared right into her eyes and never looked away. She ended up turning red with embarrassment and awkwardness.

"Why do you keep on staring at me like that?" she asked with a giggle. I grabbed her hand and held them. "You're beautiful. That's why. I can't stop looking at you. You can never be ignored by me, Princess."

She grinned and pinched my cheeks. 

And then she surprised me by pulling me in for a peck on my lips. My eyes were still wide open when she pulled away and it took a while to come back to reality.

She giggled once again and tugged on my hand. Walking ever so gracefully, she lead me to the backyard garden. We stood right where the flowers were.

A smile appeared on her face when she saw all the different colors and all the different types of flowers. I squeezed her hand and she gave me a reassuring smile.

She let go of my hand and walked along the path that cut through the flowers and led to the pond behind the garden. I followed her closely and watched in happiness as she stopped a few times to admire each flower.

She skipped her way to the pond and I even had to run after her. She gasped when I wrapped my hands behind her and caught her. I never wanted to let her go and just wanted to hold onto her forever.

She turned around in my arms and cupped my face in her small hands. Grinning stupidly at her, I leaned forward and we connected lips once more.

Emily

I sobbed and sobbed as I laid down on my bed. His face was in my mind. Here I was, in my bedroom while Josh was at the hospital. I just can't bear to see him in this state. It- everything is my fault. I have no one to blame but myself.

I lifted my head up and glanced at my packed bags.

It'll be all better when I'm gone. Josh's life will be back to normal and it will be much better when I don't cause any more harm to the people I love.

I wiped my tears away roughly and forced myself off the bed. I grabbed hold of suitcases and bags and carried them downstairs. The tears flowed down my cheeks freely and I didn't bother to wipe them.

I grabbed my car keys and walked out of my house. Locking the door, I took my things and placed them in the car. I glanced at my house one last time and then drove off to the airport.

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My plane ticket was held in my hand firmly and I was so close to ripping it up and running back to the room where Josh was currently in.

I could see him in my mind. Laying down, machines attached to him, eyes closed and not even knowing that I was right next to him.

I wiped away my tears and got up. I put my luggage on the baggage train and heading over to start boarding on the plane.

Some people gave me sad looks. Some gave me weird looks. And some gave me worried smiles. I didn't care. My eye must've looked super red and tired. I knew that dark circles were starting to form under my eyes due to the lack of sleep. My hair was just down and not even styled anymore. I didn't even bother to eat as much anymore. All that was on my mind was how Josh was going to feel when he wakes up with me not by his side.

I held back a sob and forced myself to keep on walking forward. This is what is best for him and myself. The danger can finally leave him and everything could go back to normal. I never belonged here. I was not even supposed to come back. I never got to say goodbye to anyone, not even Gigi.

I was a horrible friend to everyone, but I'd rather have their lives be safe by leaving quietly than risk the danger of asking for forgiveness.

I stared out the oval window from my seat and tried to control my heavy breathing. I took a deep breath and nodded to myself. This is final. I am not going to put my friends in danger anymore. This is goodbye.