The choice.

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Dixies POV:
I stood there in shock. There it was...the truth. What do I do? What do I say?
All the thoughts went threw my mind.

"This is the last call for flight number 47 going to Paris" the speaker called.

I snapped out my thoughts to see Noah looking at me to see what I was going to say, what I was going to do. I looked at him and then back at the lady waiting for me to hand over my ticket.

I handed over my ticket and was away to walk threw the door leading to the plane. I looked back at him one last time all I saw was hurt in his eyes. He was heart broken, I mouthed "sorry" to him as my hand was on my heart and tears streamed down my face.

And that was it. The end. And there was nobody to point the finger at. This was all on me.

Just a friend!...Wo Geschichten leben. Entdecke jetzt