Too Late To Say Goodbye | Tommy Shelby {1}

75.

She took off her hat as she stepped off the train. London was big, no one would know who she was.

Taking a deep breath, pulling out the little piece of paper with the address on written on it.
The penmanship was messy, but she knew it well.
It was Vinny's.

The streets were busy and crowded, as usual. She was familiar with the city so making her way through the people was easy.
At times she missed this.

Looking over the address again, she began walking in the direction of the hotel. Knowing exactly where it was. It was only a few blocks away from where they lived together.

Bella took her time getting there. Not knowing if she should really be here at all. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe she should turn around now before anyone knew she was gone.
but her thoughts stopped short when she looked up at the tall building in front of her.

This was it, She thought taking a deep breath. Maybe this will help her get closure. Finally help those random thoughts of Vinny disappear. Then she could live happily with Tommy, survive this vendetta and make a happy life for them.

She needed to at least try. Taking her first step into the building.

Entering the lobby, it was easy to tell that the people who stayed here had wealth.
Posh business men made their way through the lobby. While the workers tailed behind them, ready to serve their every need.
Walking past everyone with her head tucked down, not wanting to make herself known she made her way to the elevator.

He was staying in a suite on the top floor. As the lifts' door closed she checked the address again making sure she was in the right place.
The bell rang as the lift opened, she stepped out, making her way down the hall until she saw the number 38.

This was his room. Biting her lip as she stared at the number then back down at the paper again. Tucking it back into her bag, this was definitely the right place.

Taking a deep breath as she built up the courage to finally knock on the door.

It was silent for a second, and during that second she thought she did make a mistake. Until she heard his voice from the other side.

"Come."

Slowly turning the door handle, no turning back now, she told herself as she slowly pushed the door open.

It was a nice room. Accented with champagne colors throughout. There was a bathroom to her left, then a large bed, a couch and finally straight a head of her was a large desk.

With the man she came to see sitting behind it.

Taking a step into the room, this whole thing felt like a dream. He hadn't noticed it was her yet, so she stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

His head was down as he wrote something on a piece of paper, not paying attention to his visitor.
"What can I do for you?" He asked still not looking up

As he spoke a pain went through her heart.
She missed this man.
"Vinny..."

As soon as he heard that voice, his head snapped up. Instantly standing and coming around the desk, not expecting it to be her.
"Bella...i-im sorry I didn't realize it was you."
He apologized, he would've answered the door and welcomed her with open arms if he knew.

He stopped in front of her as she looked up at him with her large doe eyes.
Still not believing this isn't a dream.

Moving as if time was in slow motion, she brought her hands up to his face. Dragging her fingers across every mark, every small scar, remembering the ones that were there and noticing the new ones. Her finger pads softly brushed over his cheeks and nose, confirming he was real.
"...it's okay." She whispered