HATE TO GO

Making such a decision is like a do-or-die situation. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. To end our love this way. But I must. For Him. For Ours.

"Natasha Nevaeh the plane is ready."
Looking at the man I looked up to most, let me go.

I ran towards him. Hug him tightly. Crying.

"I can't"
Now sobbing. His jacket is damped with my tears now.

"You can and you will."
He caresses my back. As if it lessens the weight in my chest.
"Heaven, remember that all of this will be paid off in the future. Just let the years pass by."

He smiled at me and guided me towards a private plane. Kissed my forehead and I once again hug him tighter this time.

"Take good care, okay?" I nodded.

"Send my love to your Mom."

For the first time on this day, I chuckled, "I will. Mr. Whipped Husband of my gorgeous Mother."

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Sitting beside the plane windows, looking down as the plane ascended, tears started to fall again.

I wiped my tears away and grab my laptop.

I send him the video that I recorded before I went to the airport. It's me singing while sitting on his bed, back on the camera, and looking at our favorite view.

"Till the next sunrise, My love"

⛔ DISCLAIMER ⛔
\ it is A fictional story that was produced by the dreamy mischievous wild head of the author. /