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eighteen

MARCO

Erik's words run through my mind as I drive towards the airport.

"She'll only listen to you."

What does that even mean? Does Erik know something I don't? I'm feeling a bunch of different emotions - confusion, sadness, disappointment, frustration - so yes, I am a mess.

The airport is further than I remembered and honestly, I don't know what I am doing here, what will I say to her so she'd stay. I know one thing for sure though, I really do hope she'd stay, even if she doesn't like me back.

I literally run inside through the thick doors of the airport and immediately begin searching for her pretty brown mop of hair.

I search and search, panic is slowly rising within me. What if she's already gone? But then I hear it. They announce the flight to London and tell the gate number.

I make a run for it and there I see her.

She's sitting there with a black suitcase next to her, eyes casted down. She really is planning to leave.

I make my way towards her with calm and steady steps and when I am right in front of her she raises her head to look at me. She looks surprised.

She stands up and I have to take a step back, she was too close. My heart skips a beat when I look into her eyes. They seem classy, like she'd been crying.

Before she can say a word I open my mouth. "Don't leave."

Her eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head. "What?"

I sigh and repeat what I said. Then I continue, "You can stay here and I'll leave you alone. I won't bother you, I'll be like air. If you really hate me that much, I won't force myself into your life. I won't come between you and Erik. Please just don't —"

I take a breath and lower my voice. It sounds so vulnerable, even in my own ears. "Don't go."

She bites her bottom lip and it seems like she's thinking something very carefully.

Finally she opens her mouth.

"Marco, I really have a lot to say to you. You are so sweet but damn you really can be stupid."

Well ouch.

She lightly smiles at me and carefully takes a hold of my sleeve and drags it down, as if to silently tell me to sit. That I do.

She looks at me, I hesitantly look at her. Her look is like a magnet, it pulls me in and I can't escape it. It holds me as a captive.

Suddenly her soft lips are pressed against my cheek and quietly she whispers, "I'm sorry."

A/N:
Nah I hate myself hehe.
I think the next chapter, or the one after that, is going to be the last one. I'm really getting tired of this book and I have no ideas left so I'm just going to end this somehow.

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