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Chapter Ten

Gwen

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“Now boarding groupthree.” The woman's voice crackled overhead, barely audible.

Grabbing my bag, I pulled out my ticket and got in line. Turning my phone onto airplane mode, I waited for the line to move forward.

I was so ready to get the hell out of that place. I had enough emotional trauma to last the rest of my life. Yuri had done a number on me, making it almost impossible to function.

After leaving the woods, I went home to my mother's house and cried. I cried harder and longer than I had in a long time. My poor mother couldn't figure out what was going on, all she could do was rub my back as I sobbed uncontrollably.

I tried to tell her what had happened, while leaving out the part about him taking me in her laundry room and under the cover of trees.

Her advice;'Life doesn't always make sense, Gwen, you just have to find a way to understand it. And once you do, you'll know what you want.'

She asked me if I still loved him, and I couldn't give her an answer. I wanted to say yes and I wanted to say no. I was screwed in the head. When I couldn't tell her straight out what I felt, she told not to think about it and to just spit out the first answer that came to my mind.

I said yes.

But my time was up, it was time to go home.

It didn't really matter what I felt, I had to get back to reality. And my reality wasn't here with him.

Taking a step forward, I fiddled with the ticket as I looked out the giant glass window, watching the planes as they took off.

“Gwen! Gwen!” His voice struck a chord, making my heart stop in my chest.

Spinning around, Yuri was standing in the center of the gate, his eyes filled with sadness. His arms were hanging by his sides, his expression pained.

Everyone around me stopped what they were doing and stared at us. The voices slowly turned to murmurs as eyes scanned and whispers floated through the air.

Stalking towards me, I stepped out of the line, walking to him until we were inches apart. My lips parted to speak, but he held up a finger, hushing me silent.

“Don't say anything, I just want you to listen.”