Dear Bria [z.m.]

Prologue

Bria Murray

The Primadonna Girl 

 Today; April 18,2014; 6:07pm

'Don't open this box until you really landed in Greece'

The sign taped on the top of the box, written neatly on a white paper says.

I'm here sitting in Gate 56 inside the airport, waiting for my flight to Greece. I wanted to escape reality first and drift to my own fantasy in the other place. A different continent will accomplish that, I guess? 

I look down again on the box sitting pretty beside me. I remove my sunglasses -for my disguise- to examine more of this box wondering what's inside.

I got this box from the boy I loved yesterday when he dropped by in my house just to give this plain weird looking box...

Yesterday; April 17,2014; 5:32pm

"Umm.. Hi" he says as I answered the door.

I wanted to slam the door infront of his face right there, at that very moment but I refused to do it because I really wanted to hug him and kiss him and say lots of  'Sorry' to him.

But I can't and I won't.

I saw that he's carrying a brown box with my name doodled in one of the sides of the unknown box. I just choose to ignore it.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him sternly, crossing my arms on my chest, mustering a disgusted look on my face.

He rubs his nape and I can see tears building up in his eyes, but I looked away because I can feel my eyes copying his actions now.

"I just stop by to give-" -he stops and extends his arms to push the box to me-  "This"

"What's that?" I ask, nodding my head to the box.

"A box" he deadpanned me, still his arms extended infront of me.

"I know that that's a box, i'm not blind, but what is or are inside it?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, just like what Regina George did in the movie Mean Girls.

"You'll find out soon" he smiles, but the tears won battling to my favorite expression of his. His smile. He's now crying but still trying his best to smile out of the tears.

I get the box still extended to me and hugged it on my chest.

"Umm... Thanks?" I paused, looked at the side, then continued, "For everything?"

He just nods and got a handkerchief at his back pockets and wipe his tears out.

"No problem" he says. I really hated seeing him crying infront of me, his soft spot.

He sniffs and sighed heavily.

"Umm... Have a safe flight tomorrow" he tells me.

"I will" I nod and tried my best to smile, which I did great. But inside, i'm crumbling to pieces.

I'm such a great actress.

"Well, Goodbye, I guess?" he sets his goodbye and I again nod.

"Can I have one last hug before we'll separate ways-" he pauses and by reading his action, he's thinking if he'll proceed on continuing his next line or word?  "Permanently" he sternly says.

Permanently. I hate that word. I don't want that to happen but I need this, I need to be away to re-evaluate my life because of the mess here in the limelight.

I nod and set the box on my side and I spread my arms, welcoming him, so we can hug.

He didn't think twice on crushing his body against mine and burying his head on the side of my neck. I copied his movement and I also buried my face on his neck, now tears started spilling in my eyes. 

"I still love you" he confesses whispering at my ear and I pulled away, and  shook my head. We're both blinded by our tears now.

"Don't" I say.

"I know" he sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Well... I guess, this really is goodbye?" he says and I nod for the -nth time today since he appeared on my doorstep.

"Bye, Bree" he calls me by his own made nickname of me.

"Bye" I say. He steps back and waves at me before turning on his heels and walked to his car parked across my flat.

I waved back, muttering another 'bye.'

Before crossing the streets, he looked back at me, with still tear stained cheeks, and said,

"Don't forget about me" he then smiled and faced infront and continued to walked away from me... permanently.

I guess, I really can say...

Goodbye, my prince... permanently.

.....

"Flight 654 of American Airlines to Athens, Greece is now boarding. Passengers in the Business class can now go inside the aircraft" 

I didn't notice tears are now staining my cheeks. That announcement woke me up for my flashback of yesterday.

I stand up and wear my sunglasses again because i'm one of the passengers in the Business class. According to management, I should avail that class so no one will see me flying and hiding to Greece. "You shouldn't be in the Economy class. You should hide your identity to the majority of the passengers" They said.

I now walk to the ground stewardess and showed my boarding pass while carrying a tote bag and the box. Before going in the jetway, I look behind and sighed, realizing I won't be seeing this place for so long. Oh and... Him.

I walk through the jetway and inside the aircraft and sadly smiled wondering what Athens has in store of my arrival and for my new life there.

Hi guys! Camille and I are back in the limelight ((lol got caught up on we've written there))

So here's another fic now, judging by the title, I think y'know who's the boy we'll be writing for the coming months. Hope you'll like this one as much as we're liking the plot we've planned here.

Hope this time guys, you'll comment your ideas or whatnots here. Pretty please?

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