||Chapter Thirty Three||
Mobola.
I got out of the car, the driver getting all of our suitcases. Kolade, Tade and I were currently at the airport on our way back to Abuja to continue the school year.Ire and Eric had already left the hotel before we could say bye to them. We all had no idea where they were going to, or if we were going to see them both in school.
Jasmine had a sour look all through the ride to the airport, and it showed that she missed Eric alot. They weren't dating, but they we're close and enjoyed each other's company.
"I just can't help but think this is all my fault" i whispered sadly to Kolade as we walked into the airport with our luggages.
"What makes you think that?" He whispered back.
"Look at Jasmine" I said with a sigh.
"She looks alright" he retorted turning his eyes to the front.
"Guys" Jasmine called with worry laced in her tone
"What's up?" Tade asked.
"Eric's leaving for England in five minutes" she said looking at her phone causing me to stop in my tracks.
If Eric's leaving, Ire's definitely leaving too. I turned to meet Jasmine's eyes, tears brimmed and my heart ached at the news.
"What do you mean they're leaving?" I asked finally finding my voice.
"Eric just texted me good bye. I think they're leaving for good" she answered tears falling from her eyes.
"Aww, Jas don't cry." Tade cooed petting her back softly as jasmine sobbed quietly.
Kolade glanced at me with worry in his eyes, Tade giving me sad subtle looks. They were trying to sympathize with me. My heart beats increased as realization hit me.
Ire was leaving.
And he was leaving for good.
"I have to make things right.." I muttered dropping my bags and luggage on the airport floor as I ran looking for him not bothering to hear what my friends had to say.
I can't let him leave without telling him how sorry I am, He has to know how much he means to me. I have to tell him how much..
How much I love him.
Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I ran with all my might looking for the nearest boarding location. I looked up at the big screen that hanged from the airport ceilings checking what flight was about to leave.
His flight to the UK was to leave in three minutes time. I finally found baggage control and I walked around looking for him. He shouldn't be that hard to find right??..
I ruffled my hair in frustration, unable to spot him as I wiped the tears from my eyes already regretting walking out on him. Already missing his presence, I was about leaving when I spotted a pair of deep brown eyes.
He hadn't seen me yet, but he was about to. I immediately wiped off the tears in my eyes taking in a deep breath as I tried walking up to him but something stopped me.
He had his arms over another girl.
A very familiar one, I looked closely recognizing her figure. Destiny.
An angry frown immediately settled on my face as I watched him smile and joke around with something that she whispered into his ears. He looked happy with her.
They looked perfect with each other.
Tch.. what was i expecting, that he was going to welcome me into his arms and not leave Nigeria.
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