Last Flight Home [completed]

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[ + 6 MONTHS ]

"I think I love you," Aspen randomly blurts out, spaghetti sauce still distinctly smudged on her lips from the Italian dinner we just had out.

I wasn't paying much attention to whatever story she was rambling on about in the elevator on the way up to my apartment, but those words circled in my head for what felt like hours. All of the muscles in my body contracted and I wanted to say nothing and just take off running. I might've, except that I felt like I couldn't physically breathe.

"What?" I stammer, taking a step away from the girl I met at the bar just two weeks ago. I haven't had a drink since then, nor have I mentioned anything about the last few months to this girl. Meeting her was like coming up for fresh air, except now I feel like she's pushed me back down under.

"I love you," She states again, confused by my hesitation.

I mean we did hit things off - I have no true reason to not tell her I love her back. Well, except for the fact that I don't. I don't think I could ever fill the void in my heart that I dedicated to Sabrina.

"I think you should go," I blurt out, quickly unlocking the door to my apartment and slipping inside. When the door slams behind me, I slide against the cool metal panel and find myself on the floor. Anxiety rushes over me and I find myself thinking of Sabrina once more. I would give anything to have her back. Absolutely anything.

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A/N: Quick update! Hoping to wrap this up soon and start something new. Thank you for all the comments and support - it really makes my day :)