XIV. Go Get Her.

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Kian Lawley

Meredith was not anywhere to be seen when I arrived at the park. I walked around the trail for about seven minutes, until I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Meredith running towards me.

Her speed decreased as she got closer to me. She forced a small smile, "hey, sorry I'm late."

"No big deal," I whispered in a hush tone, "why did you need to talk?"

"You saw Andrea's new video, right?" She asked, "we need to talk about that."

I slowly nodded.

"I get it, you keep saying you love me now Kian. You claim to love me, you claim all these things, and I have no doubt that you love me. But you're not in love with me. You're in love with Andrea."

I opened my mouth to stop her.

But she held her hand up to keep me quiet, "and I know you love me, but you love me as a friend. I know that. And I realize, maybe I love you that way too. Our whole relationship, it was not even a real thing. The whole time, you were grieving for Andrea and I was trying to fix you. And it didn't work. Now, I feel like I'm holding you back from your own happiness, and Andrea's."

Her words surprised me. I expected her to go off on me, instead she was genuinely supportive.

"So here's to you and her. I believe in you." She smiled.

I smiled back, and pulled her into a tight hug, "thank you so much."

"I know you'd do the same for me," she whispered into my ear and let go of me. 

"I would," I reassured her.

She grinned happily, "she's in Indiana. You're here, just a plane away."

I widened my eyes, "shit."

"I bought a plane ticket, go home and pack your things. Go Kian, get your girl!" She laughed, reaching into her pocket and pulling a plane ticket from her pocket. "Here, go."

I smiled happily and kissed her cheek, "I owe you big time!"

"How about this," she began, "my help, for your friendship?"

"Done," I laughed, "we're friends. Thank you so much Mer!"

She smiled and rolled her eyes playfully, "what are you still doing here Ki? Go get her!"

I chuckled and then stuffed the plane ticket into my back pocket. "Thank you."

And with that, I ran.

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