i. Destination

'"Did you lie to me?" I asked him with a large, heavy, lump in my throat.
He slowly raised his head up to me. His face shined off the sun as it blinded eyes he raised his hand to cover them. "W-What?" He said, with a slight of confusion in his voice. He's lying to me. He's been ever since that day. In that airport. I knew I felt that for a reason. I tried to take in the oxygen surrounding us, but it was like suffocation. "I can explain," he absurdly blurted out. I wanted to slap him, to hurt him. But I can't. I know I can't.

"So.-" I adjusted my seat in the uncomfortable car seat. "Go on." He let out a small sigh of relief, probably because I'm giving him another chance. But that's not the case whatsoever. As he explained to me, he stuttered and tried to hide his shaking hands. Clearly is nervous. But why is he? What is he hiding from me?"

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