THE FLIGHT
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THE FLIGHT
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The flight to Germany was shorter than it could’ve been, considering the island was already halfway there. But that didn’t make it any easier.
Vivien stayed behind. I told her she could. I’d already paid for the holiday–the least I could do was not rip it away from her.
I saw the tears. I saw her heartbreak.
リ
Hell, we’d been together for an entire year–even if we’d only crossed that final line a few days ago.
And if I was being honest, it hurt me to hurt her.
But there was no other way…
There was no right way to break this kind of news.
It wasn’t even a choice.
I needed to get back to Laura.
I wanted to get back to her.
And yet, I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around it.
She woke up.
Laura woke up.
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Even as the words looped through my head, they félt… distant. Unreal.
I’d been straight with Vivien from the start.
Laura was–and is–the love of my life.
And I won’t–can’t–fuck that up again.
I don’t know what that means for Vivien and me. I barely had the time or space in my head to process it, but I knew this: the moment I heard Laura’s name, the moment I knew she was alive, I didn’t hesitate.
I got on the first flight out without a second thought.
Now, my nerves were eating me alive.
Would she even remember me? Would it be like Jess, waking up with no memory of anything?
I had nothing to go on. No information, no guarantee, just an impossible hope lodged so deep in my chest it physically hurt.
The eight hours in the air passed too fast and too slow at the same time.
The car ride to the hospital was even worse.
More than once, I had to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from telling the driver to pull the fuck over before I threw up all over the damn backseat.
She woke up.
And I didn’t wait.
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THE FLIGHT
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I didn’t trust that she’d come back to me.
Hell, I’d almost signed the papers
Almost… let her go.
If I had–if they hadn’t had to try–if she had died because I gave
up-
That would’ve been on me.
My fault.
Because I was too fucking weak to hold out a little longer.
How the hell am I supposed to apologize for that?
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger surged up from the tangled mess of everything else I was feeling.
At myself.
At everything.
But most of all-
At the fact that in just a few minutes, I was going to see her.
And I had no idea how the fuck to do this.
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