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James left a day before me. I helped him pack up after I told him I'd go to New York. I think he knew I'd say I'd go because he bought me a plane ticket before he even asked me. Am I that predictable? Or does he just know that my heart will always want to help Saint.

My thoughts ran wild and my head started feeling like someone was squeezing it. What I am supposed to say to Saint when I see him? 'Hey Saint I know you don't want to see me but James said we needed each other so I'm here!'

He's just going to tell me to leave. That I shouldn't be there and that he rejected me already. It was always easy for me to read Saint. I always knew how he'd respond to something. That's how I knew he was going to reject me before he even did. But even though I knew he was, it still ripped me in half when he said it.

I didn't pack much because I know I won't be there long. I packed four pairs of jeans, four tee shirts, undergarments, and a comb and toothbrush. My suitcase felt so empty and I don't know why but my stomach sank. It sucked knowing I won't be there long because he doesn't want me. But I should try to get him to love me, right? Should I fight for him? Is he worth fighting for? Is Saint worth my heart potentially being shattered again?

I should stop thinking like this. Maybe if I was a little optimistic good things would happen. Grabbing my suitcase by the handle. I roll it outside to my car. After putting it in the back seat. I turn around to my house door and lock it.

"I'll be back soon." I looked my home up and down. I'll miss it while I'm gone. It might be tiny but it's the best place I've ever lived at.

Thank the lord that the plane ride is short to New York. I hate everything to do with planes and heights. My dad was pilot and one day his plane crashed. Him and everyone aboard died that day. So every time the turbulence happens my body just freezes. I don't know if it's shock or just pure fear that makes me freeze like that.

The drive to the airport was long. There was lots of traffic and that had me honking my horn every five minutes. If they just hurried up and didn't drive like little freaking kids. Everything would move a little faster.

The only good thing that came from that drive was the view around me. At first I saw mountains and and trees. The sky was bright blue and there was not a single cloud in the sky. But as I neared the airport, more building appeared and less mountains were showing.

Getting into the airport was hard. I took me fifteen minutes and lots of yelling to find a parking spot.

Before I got out of the car. I texted my friend Bella where I parked and that I left me keys in the car so her and her boyfriend could pick it up later. I cant just leave it here for a couple of days.

Finally getting onto the plane. I put my suitcase in the department above me, since it was small. I was sitting next to a elderly woman and next to the window was a young boy. Maybe 20 years old?

James could've got me better seats. I bet he was sitting in first class. I'll make sure when I get my plane ticket home, I get good seats.

I rested my head on the seat and closed my eyes. Wanting to sleep for this almost two hour flight. Finally drifting off to sleep, a belting scream woke me up causing me to freeze. Once I heard another scream I knew it was a baby.

Relaxing my muscle I close my eyes again. Thankfully this time there was no screaming baby this time.

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"Hello passengers of flight 204. We have just landed in New York. Thank you for flying with American Airlines, we wish you the best stay here!" The flight attendants voice woke me up. Looking around, everyone was unbuckling their seatbelts. So I did the same.

I'm here. In New York.

The next stop is the Pack house, but now that I'm actually here. I don't think I'm ready to face him again. I don't think i'll ever been ready.