This story is a sequel to 'That One Flight', I recommend you read that story first (if you haven't) just for the story to make more sense :)
*This book has some explicit content*
*UNDER REVISION*
BOOK TWO from the 'O'Neill Series'.
*PREVIOUSLY NAMED...
"Let's go...". The car begins moving. I can hear the crunching of the snow under the tires of the car. I would usually love the aesthetic view while driving through a snow-covered city, but this time I don't feel it...
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All I feel right now is hated, I feel hated by the person I love, yes okay, they are angry at me - for a reason unknown to me - and yes I am assuming that he will get over whatever he is angry for, that I did... accidentally?... but it hurts me to know that he has only three more days in Belgrade left, only three more days with me left. I wanted to make these last few days the best days, but I have obviously done something wrong.
I feel my chest burning. What am I going to do when he leaves me... Right now, I may as well be waiting for him to break up with me, it would not surprise me, he will find someone else and forget about me, he will forget about us. I will be forced to forget about the first time that I met him at the airport, I will be forced to forget his touches, the mini romance we had on the plane. I will be forced to forget our first kiss...
It hurts to know that he hates me, it hurts me so much. What did I do to make him simply hate me?
I need air... I need to get out of the car.
"Stop the car..." I mutter.
"What?" Darko asks.
"Ana are you okay?" Andrea asks me.
"Stop that car... Stop the car! Please!" I yell, breaking down into tears.
Darko stops somewhere beside a road, I instantly open the door and walk out, I feel dizzy and the cold is not helping.
I kneel onto the cold snow, breaking down into tears.
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I feel a hand on my shoulder, it is Andrea, she kneels beside me.
"Sta je bilo Ana? (What happened Ana?).".
"Mrzi me, vidis da me mrzi... Mrzi me... on me mrzi... (He hates me, can't you see that he hates me... he hates me... he hates me...)" I sob louder as my words cause me even more pain.
"Duso... nemoj da places... molim te... gle, sad cu i ja. (Honey... don't cry... please, look now I will too.)," Andrea says, I look up into her eyes, just to see her teary too, I pull her into a hug.
