Chapter 19

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                                                                                   - 5 days later -


I watched as Shawn packed up the last of his clothes in his apartment. I had slept over here with him for the past couple of days to help him pack. I didn't like seeing him leave, but I was excited for the adventures he would go on. He zipped up his suitcase and looked around at his now empty apartment. He turned around, absorbing every inch of it, until he got to me. He smiled faintly, slowly making his way to me. He took my hands and held them, looking down at our intertwined fingers. I did too, and smiled faintly as well. 

This was supposed to be the beginning. This was supposed to be the beginning of something amazing, but it didn't turn out as we had hoped. He was now going to move on to bigger, better things, while I try to carry on until he visits. I don't know what my future holds, but hopefully, it's worth it. 

A horn beeped in the driveway, signaling it as my turn to leave. Usually, when someone leaves, the person leaving leaves first. But, his flight leaves this afternoon, and I still have to work. (Also, my boss is a jerk and is making me work, claiming that after not working a week, I don't need to take off.) So since I can't take him to the airport, so this is our goodbye. 

"I guess I have to go," I said, barely above a whisper. He pulled me into a hug, and we slowly swayed back and forth. I never wanted this moment to end. He pulled away enough to look into my eyes, and kissed me. He kissed me slow, but passionate, making all of our emotions come to the surface. We stopped when the horn beeped again, and I saw that I only had 5 minutes to get to work. I sighed, pulling away from him.

He walked me outside and opened the taxi door for me. I curtsied, and he mocked a bow. We both laughed a little bit, and I climbed into the taxi. 

"Goodbye, Princess." 

"Goodbye, my Prince."

And with that, he closed my door, and I watched him through the rear-view mirror until he disappeared from sight. 

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