tayler and jordan (her little brother, i never named him till now) are now sitting it the airport. jordan is minding his own business with his headphones on probably listening to some artist who is degrading women because that's what every 16 year old boy does. tayler is looking frantically around hoping that corbyn shows up.
corbyn is going over and over again in his mind what he's going to do. at the moment he is walking to her gate.
he sees her
she sees him
everything in his mind disappears and all he can think of is her leaving and him not being able to stop her
everything is her mind appears and all she can think of is her leaving him and not knowing what to do in the world
they just stare at each other not knowing what to say or do
tayler stands up and walks to him
they wrap each other into a hug
"please don't go" he says
"flight 40 to london, england is starting to board, please make your way to to the gate" the over-com says
"i have to" she says. she turns around with tears filling up her eyes. walks to her bag and picks it up. takes one last look at him and walks away.
but he does something else. he runs up to her. takes her bag. and looks her in the eyes.
"no you don't"
"flight 40 to london, england, last call to get to the gate"
"tayler listen, your mother would want what's best for you. she wouldn't make you do something against you will. she can't anymore. you have to decide now. either you go to london, a place you've never been, with a woman you've never met. or you stay here. with sadie. with your moms old house. with that little cafe we would always go to at midnight every saturday because party's were never our thing. or with me. the guy that would put you above anything. the guy who will never let anything hurt you. the guy who loves you."
tayler looks at him. finally realizing what she has. a guy that loves her. a guy that no matter what happens with always be there for her.
"i love you tayler, just don't leave. please"
"i love you too corbyn"
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THIS IS SO CLICHE WHO AM I
OML
also this is not the end of the book
And it's almost midnight and I'm drinking coffee
yay
and don't acknowledge the part about the 16 year old boy stuff ik that's not what every boy does it's justa joke 😂
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text messages | corbyn besson |
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