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[ 30 ] Flight of Fantasy

Song: IDGAF - Dua Lipa

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I whipped my head around. They were going to get caught my security or something!

Get your head out the drain Mckayla. Don't you flipping fall for those charms or good looks again. I tutted at myself. This time I was going to learn from my mistakes.

Puffing, I spun around before walking as fast as I can towards the gate. "Mess up my entire life and then come chasing after me on a fucking baggage cart? I don't think so," I whispered furiously to myself.

To be frank, I should have known that I wouldn't be able to outrun a cart but you could hardly blame me for not thinking straight. Regardless, a moment later the cart with the two of them was blocking my path.

"Darling pleae, I thought you'd know by now that I ain't the fittest person around here," Harley rattled on, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead and flicking his hand to the side. "Babe, I thought we were foodies squad goals."

Hah! Food for life. I'm just about to let out a laugh and high five him when I stop myself. Coughing professionally, I grab his hand in a handshake, "Uh, it was really lovely working with you Harley. I'd love to do it again. Um, gotta go now. Ta."

Ta? What the heck is ta? Breathe and walk. Breathe and walk.

Trust me, it's pretty hard to walk away when you've go a hand wrapped around your wrist. I ignored the tingles and shook my hand away. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

My eyes locked with his again and I found myself in a daze. At one look, the words bottled up in my heart unleashes. "Let go of my wrist," I hissed at him, amazed at how he flinched away at the tone of my voice.

"Mckayla, please. Let me explain-" he begged, trying to spin me around but I find myself grabbing his hand and pulling it away from mine before dropping it.

I wasn't going to let him talk because I knew that I was prepared to believe anything to show that he wasn't responsible for anything that happened yesterday.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Calm down, Kayla! I honestly-"

"Don't you fucking call me Kayla," I yelled at him. He had no right to tell me to calm down. He'd lost that right. "I was fricking dumb to think that after this you'd understand even a little bit," I said, waving my hand around, before laughing bitterly. "But oops! Of course I'd forget that I'm talking about River Romano, the millionaire. Playboy. Undiagnosed sober alcoholic. I can't expect you to understand how much that meant for me."

Nope, I wasn't making any sense. I didn't want to be standing in the middle of an airport, with tears rolling down my face like the rain, having a mental break down. Just one look at him had seemed to trigger the waterfall of world flowing out my mouth.

I locked eyes with him as he hold his hands up in defeat. "Mckayla please, I swear-"
"Shh, this is my time to talk so don't interrupt me, you idiot." The monologue was running at full pace in my head and I'd given up on trying to stop it.

"I was stupid enough to forget that this was a game. A game that had started from the first time I opened that damn oak door and saw you screwing that bitch that attacked me," I tried not to smile at the memory. "And it was a game too when you rewrote that script after showing me-"
"Mckayla, I promise I-"
I briefly wiped the tear from my face. "Shut up before I make you," I whispered, feeling like I was Director again for a split second. When he chuckled, I realised that I wasn't the only one who felt that.

Looking down, I saw my bag slung in the floor carelessly. I'd probably dropped it during my epic story. Huh, maybe I could be an actor in future. Like boy, did I deserve an award for saying all that in a single breath.

"Passengers of the flight BA5294 are requested to make their way to Gate number 14."

I rolled my eyes at myself pulling a damp strand of hair away from my face, "I knew it was a bad idea to come here. Why the hell did I even accept this? Where did it lead me? Nowhere. Who did I become? Nobody. Nobody expect from a jobless twenty four year old with a broken heart." When I saw his eyebrows furrowed, I glowered at him. "Yeah, and don't act like you fucking don't know that I love you, prick."

I smacked a hand over my mouth. There goes being subtle. At least, he would know how I felt before I never see him again.

The confused expression disappears as relief washed over him, followed by a grin. "Thank god Mckayla because I wanted to say that I love you too."

Silence. I don't say anything and find my face screwing up in disbelief. I loved my bag at him. Instead of feeling happiness, I felt fury. "What? You can't just say that? Go away! Don't talk to me! Why am I even talking to you? I need to go. You don't get it!" I was practically screaming. I knew what I wanted to say but I just couldn't get it out. He was lying. He was playing me again. He was going to let me down. The tears had decided to fall again. Someone was guaranteed with a blotchy face later. "Saying I love you doesn't make everything okay again. No-"

Okay, I knew I really wasn't making sense now. "Why am I even bothering with this? I've got to go," I muttered, wiping my face with my sleeve, and awkwardly taking my bag back from his hands.

Maybe not the best idea to throw your handbag at someone then expect for it back again.

I knew that what I was going to say next would hurt me a lot more than him but I knew that I needed to know that this was the end. "And don't try to contact me again after this."

From the corner of my eye, I saw the deflated expression on his face. I couldn't fall for it again. Without think, I legged it towards the gate, before showing them my boarding pass. I didn't trust myself to think until I was sitting on the plane with it about to take off.