No Regrets

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Mel POV

The next morning the doctors put me through all types of tests, just to tell me I've been diagnosed with ptsd and depression.

Like I didn't know that but they gave me more medication and gave me another appointment with my therapist.

😔

I knew there was still things I Just was not over.

James picked me up from the hospital and he already had my bags packed for the airport.

Right now we were just driving there.

"What's wrong witchu" he said.

The whole time I didn't realize I was just looking at the window as the rain dropped onto the glass.

"Nothing just thinking" I Said.

He grabs my hand into his.

"Whatever you need to talk about you can you know that right?" He said.

"I bet you say that to all the girls" I smirk.

"No only to you, because your my bestfriend and I care for you" he says while looking at me for a second while driving.

"Thank you James" I Say.

Then the rest of the way is just in complete silence.

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We pull up to the airport and the people get our bags.

I hop into the private plan and find myself in awe.

"Zam James if I would've known you had it like this I would've skipped the thugs" I say astonished.

He chuckles and loosens his tie "it's whatever"

I gape at him.

"ItS WhAtEvEr" I mock his tone

He chuckles again but more loudly "if you like it so much your welcome to use it anytime"

I turn around fast enough to give myself whiplash "really?"

He nods.

I smile a wide grin.

My own private plane.

Sounds nice to me.

We get settled in our seats and the pilot goes over some basic things that James looks tired of.

The pilot sees this and hurries his speech.

When the planes begins to fly I feel energized but nervous.

James sits next to me and grabs my hand in his.

I smile but I feel he may get the wrong idea by letting him do this.

"Wanna play a game" I say to kill the butterflies in my stomach and their not from the plane.

"Sure" he says unsure.

"Two truths and one lie?" I Say biting my lip.

He nods.

"Ok I'll go first"

"My favorite color is purple I'm pregnant and...my pinky toe is bigger than my big toe" I say adding some weirdness.

His eyes go wide from the last part.

"Well obviously it's the one where you are pregnant" he says with sarcasm.

"Yea I just ate a watermelon ya know" I say adding on to this weird banter.

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