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Chapter 3 | "They're gonna find him"

~ Annabelle' P.O.V ~

After shivering on the couch for a few minutes, I got up and hurried out of the ice cold room. My toes were so cold, they were numb. I walked into my room and dove under the covers. I nestled my body into the sheets, trying to get warm. I heard my phone vibrate on the table beside the bed and sighed.

I grabbed the white I-Phone 4s, the only one that is affordable for me, and looked at the screen. A notification popped up on the screen, a text message from my best friend Emily.

"Get up and get dressed we're going out bby :')"

I giggled and sadly got up from the warm bed. I walked over to the small closet in my room and grabbed my gray sweats, black tank top, and black zip-up hoodie.

I threw them onto the bed and walked into the bathroom. I did my business and washed my hands. I splashed some water on my face and dried both my hands and my face. I looked at my reflection and sighed.

My hair was a mess and the bags under my eyes were very Gucci.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom.

I put my clothes on and grabbed my small purse with my wallet, house keys and phone.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from off the counter. I went to the front door and unlocked it, then going back to the couch and sitting down, dropping my purse and water on the coffee table in front of me. I rested my head on the arm rest with my left arm underneath it. I curled my legs up to my chest and closed my eyes, calming my breathing.

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I stood in the airport with Ethan. Our hands were intertwined, neither of us wanting to let go of each other. His grip was so tight, his knuckles were white, not that I minded though, my grip was as tight as his.

My eyes glazed over as I heard the airline worker over the speaker.

"Flight 301 for Miami is now boarding, Flight 301 for Miami is now boarding."

I sucked back the sobs and swallowed down the lump in my throat. I turned to him, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my head in his neck. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, keeping me flush against his chest. He buried his face in my hair, and we just stood there, not wanting to let go.

He lifted his face from out of my hair and unwrapped an arm. He gently cupped the side of my face and pulled me up to meet his eyes. His eyes glazed over with tears of his own once he saw some run down my cheeks.

He removed his other arm and cupped the other side of my face with his other hand. He leaned his forehead against mine and his lips trembled. A single tear ran down his face and I broke. I couldn't stand to see him cry.

He breathed out and placed his lips against mine. I responded immediately, my lips moving against his. The mixture of out tears tasted salty, but neither one of us cared. We only cared about showing each other how we felt.

"Flight 301 for Miami, last call for Flight 301 for Miami"

We broke apart and we embraced one more time.

"I'll see you soon ok?" He whispered.

I nodded, knowing if I opened my mouth, the sobs would break through.

He kissed my forehead and unwrapped himself from my arms. I watched him walk to the desk, giving the lady his ticket. He turned around and looked at my crying form. He smiled sadly, turned back to the woman, and said, only what I can assume, was hold on.

He jogged back to me and grabbed a box out of his pocket. He leaned towards my ear and whispered sadly, "I'll text you when I get off."

He jogged back to the woman at the desk and thanked her. She let him onto the terminal and he walked onto the plane. He turned around, halfway down the runway, and cupped his hands around his mouth.

The only thing that rang through my ears were three words, and a name.

"I love you, Belle."

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"Belle...Belle...c'mon wake up"

My eyes opened, and I gasped for breath. My hands shot to the necklace dangling around my neck.

I looked in front of me and met the eyes of Emily. She gave me a questioning look.

"Are they back?" She whispered sympathetically.

I nodded softly.

She looked over at the framed picture of him and I on the table.

My hand shot up to my mouth as a sob racked through my body.

"He never texted me, Emily. I never got that text."

She looked over at me and pulled me into her body. I wrapped my arms around her feeling the need of comfort. She stroked my hair and shushed me softly.

"They're gonna find him Anna. They're gonna find him and everyone else, ok? They're gonna find his plane."