𝐀 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✓

Chapter 59

I watched Mars being carried to the car, crying.
It was too horrifying for me. The whole visit to Egypt was horrifying. One out of three went right.
And that wasn't my goal.
I had dragged Aya with me to Notre Dame, to get a dead body that should've been six feet under the ground since a while ago, and I felt guilty.

Sooner or later, the secret of Mars will be out, and then rumors will start spreading. I, sure as hell, don't want that.
But things don't go the way you want them to go, right ?

If the episode with Basma Wahba is uploaded, Egyptians will know that something is going on, and they won't calm down till they find out.

I can't let that happen.

I tried to wipe my tears away, but they just kept streaming down, and I couldn't stop them. People started to look at me, and even paparazzi started to take pictures. But I didn't care.

I stood there, and for a while, I forgot where to go. More paparazzi stood there, far away from me, filming as I watched the van being loaded by Mars' coffin.
Then, someone walked up to me. I didn't bother to look, but that person dragged me away from the paparazzi, who were rude enough to follow.

I heard things like 'so much tea' and 'so cute', which I didn't really care about. I wasn't concentrating.

As soon as we were out of the paparazzi 's sight, I looked up to the person who was dragging me.
Dirty blond hair, shortcut bangs, deep blue eyes, white skin, skinny yet slim body.
Barron.
Of course it was Barron..! What was I thinking ?!

"Barron..?"
I said, rather shocked, my voice cracking.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he hugged me, rubbing my back gently in attempt to calm me down. I continued to cry into his shoulder, not caring about how many people saw us.

"I was so worried.."
He murmured softly.
I couldn't find an answer to that. I felt bad.
I was so upset about Mariam that I pushed my brother away, whom was trying to help, and I didn't even text Barron before I come to the airport, and I left him and the others to worry about me.
I'm a jerk, aren't I ?

A few moments later, I stopped crying, and Barron led me to the limo.
We entered. at first, silence filled the air, Barron looking at me, worried. I knew he wanted to talk about what happened back in Egypt. But I wasn't ready to talk about that yet.

"Goddess, are you okay ?"
He asked, and I shook my head.
"No..?"
I said.

Was I okay? Not yet, I assume.

He put his warm hand upon mine, which was cold as ice.
I gave a side smile while looking up to him.

He smiled back, but unlike mine, his smile was sincere. And it made my heart melt.

He sure knows how to make me feel better.

To Be Continued..

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