*Olli POV*
The plane ride felt like it lasted seven years, even though it only lasted mere hours. I mean for me, it didn't bother me. I felt like it could've gone better for us, the two of us, me and Ro.
We were seated in first class, the seats were nothing to what Ms. Melina made weekly.
Apparently, she owns the 'best boutique in South Carolina'. I could agree, though. From what I had received as a welcome gift from her in January, the fabric was soft, and the stitching was hand-sewn by her employees. She obviously took time with what she did.
I heard soft snoring from the right of me and felt Ro's head on my shoulder. I'm not freaking out you are!
"N-no... Lydia... He's dangerous..." rose muttered in her sleep.
A few hours later, I was aroused by a shaking on my shoulder and the plane's loudspeaker saying we landed in New York.
I looked up and saw Rose next to me, her bag slung over her arm and a blanket folded in her arms. "Silly us, we slept the whole ride!" She said matter-of-factly.
"I guess. To the hotel?" I grabbed the armrest to give myself a boost and followed Rose out of the plane and through the airport. Her short hair bounced behind her as she skipped to the taxi.
This is, I think, when I first realized that I wanted to live here, with her, for the rest of my life. Broadway was her dream, and her dreams are my dreams.
I love her...
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