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I smile at Mac just as Jack opens the door. He smirks at the sight of us sitting together in the middle of my floor.

"Matty called to tell us that our work here is done, and we can go home. Wheels up in an hour," he informs us before leaving again.

"Eliza, are you ready?" Mac asks me.

I push away from him and stand up carefully. I'm not quite ready to leave home again, but I don't tell Mac that. I hear him call my name again, but I'm so lost in everything. All of the years I spent in this apartment. All of the hours I spent writing songs, practicing guitar, and crying over my best friend that I thought was gone forever. My eyes start to mist over, and Mac pulls me close.

"I love you Eliza. Let's go home."

"But, Mac..." I trail off as the words stick in my throat.

Where is home for me? The answer comes to me almost as soon as the question does: Home is where Mac is.

"Okay," I smile even as tears form in the corners of my eyes, "Let's go home."


I apologize for my lack of updating.  I am writing so many different things at once, so thank you for staying with me throughout this story.  I love all of you.  If you want me to write a sequel or answer any questions, please let me know.  Lots of love to all of my readers!!!

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