𝐀 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✓

Chapter 58

I shrugged the fact that a piano was playing on its own, and dragged Aya down to one room after another.
I could still hear it playing over my head, it was like the piano was following us, and it was getting closer each moment. But it stopped at some point.

The point where I found Mars' body lying on the floor limply, his dead skin looking as dead and cold as ever. His shocked face turned into a horrified expression. No wonder the guy's haunting us. I mean, would you ?

When I caught sight of him, I dialed 122, the police.
Well, someone has to get him to the airport.
By the time the police showed up, I was sitting right next to Mars' body, holding his cold hand.
And I started to cry.

Aya stood there all that time, hugging me in attempt to calm me down. Honestly, I was grateful for that.

If you're in the same situation (hope not), would you cry ?
The police came up to the third floor, like I described to them, and they started to carry Mars outside the school, me and Aya walking slowly behind, as we didn't have to run anymore.
As we started to head out to the stairs that will get us out of here, I turned to the door that's the only way out of the third floor and closed it with the chain.

Yes, there is a door, and a chain.
As soon as we went out of the school, the police started asking me questions, asking Aya a question or two in the middle, but the end, they let me go, and started to discuss what they're going to do to Mars so they can get him to America safely.

Mars ended up in a nice coffin, and I ended up heading to the airport, with him at the back of the trunk of the car that was leading me and Aya there.
Aya offered to go with me to the airport, and I agreed, since I didn't want to go there by myself.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay ?"
She asked, looking at me in concern.
I nodded.
"yeah. I'm sorry I dragged into this by the way."
"no problem, Adelle. It would be the least thing I could do for my best friend."

I smiled at her words, and hugged her tightly.
"Flight no. 45097 heading to USA, please head to gate no. 1, Flight no. 46786 heading to England please head to gate no. 3."

I heard the usual sentence, and I bid goodbye to Aya. Then left for my flight.

I was getting anxious each moment, trying not to think about Mars, who was at the back of the airplane.

But my beautiful mind wouldn't let me.

14 Hours Later :
The Airport :
Washington, America :

I watched as the workers held up Mars' coffin and lifted him to the trunk of a big van, and I couldn't help but cry again.

It was all my fault.
And I felt guilty.

To Be Continued..

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