The Bad And The Broken #Wattys2018

Part 19

Maddox POV
The plane lands and the airport is crowded for a small town. I check the address that Sarah gave me yesterday. It's not far from where I am. I get my rental car and start to driving in the right direction. Well the right direction according to the GPS.
All these thoughts are running through my head and I can't seem to make the stop.
What if she left me for someone else.
What if she doesn't want to see me.
Shit was this a mistake.
For God's sake get your shit together. Of course she would want to see you. Even with everything that went down you both still love each other. All I want to do is hold her and never let go. She doesn't realize how much she means to me. The night I took her to the roof of that abandoned building she didn't realize how nervous I was. I'm in a gang and the thing that mad me the most anxious I have ever been was taking a girl to my private hideout. When she asked about my name I thought she would run away but she stayed. She loved me just as much in that moment as as she did the day before.
I had this hole inside of me sense Tommy died. It just got bigger throughout the years. No matter what I did it was never filled. Genevieve filled that whole.
I pulled into the driveway of her house. I don't get out I just sit there. I can't stand the thought of losing her twice. I slowly get out the car and walk towards the door. Most people would chicken out at this point but unlike them I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Genevieve's POV
I lay in my bed reading my favorite book The Outsiders. I still have barley left my room the past few days. I only leave to eat. I wake up screaming for Maddox only to realize he's gone.
I put my book down and decide to listen to some music. I grab my phone and play Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer. I can't relate to any song more then this one. I know what it's like to live with the ghost of someone you loved. It's like no matter what I do he is always there. His beautiful blue eyes and his tattoos. The way he smells like a mix of cigarettes and whiskey. He can't get out of my head. I pause the song when I hear a knock on the door. Of course someone has to come when I'm the only one home. I slowly walk down the stairs hoping whoever it is will go away. I hear another knock by the time I make it to the door. I open it to see person who has been haunting me for the past week.
I freeze and the only thing that pops in my head is "Am I dreaming"

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