"I'm moving Eva Enterprises and myself to California."
He's literally taken aback when I say that.
I planned it all already. Although there was a slim, almost non-existent, chance that I could confess to Xavier and get his love in return, I knew I had to prepare for the worst.
I chuckle to myself. I have the audacity to call it the worst.
It would still be a luxurious life in a rich, good neighbourhood of California. It's far from the worst.
"Why?" he asks finally.
"I need to get out of here. You, Chopra, and everyone it's too much," I say.
"Chopra is out your life now."
"You."
"Amelia. Don't leave," he says. I can hear the desperation in his voice.
"Why?" I scoff. "So we can play a silly cat and mouse game?"
"It wasn't a game."
"It doesn't matter, Xavier. I can't promise I won't hurt you again and you don't deserve that."
He's quiet. He knows I'm right.
"Find someone better than me." I sigh. "It won't be difficult."
"I don't want to," he says. Any emotion he had on his face is wiped away and he's just
talking. "Why do you want such a lonely life?"
I run his question through my mind.
Why do I want such a lonely life?
I don't any life without him would be lonely.
But he's too good for me and I know it. He knows it.
"OK, Xavier." I stand up to meet his eyes, beautiful brown orbs that catch me off guard. "Could you handle it all over again?"
"Aha-"
"I'm not the same girl that you married. Could you handle me, love me
Would the love you feel be enough to make you stay?"
"You're worth it," he replies immediately.
my worst?
A small smile briefly appears on my face at his wolf loyalty. I want to reach out to him, but I don't.
"You..." I want to say something, but I don't know what.
"Amelia. I'll choose you. Every time, over and over again without I doubt in my mind." "Why?" I ask, irritation lacing my voice.
Why can't he just let me go?
"I love you, even when you gave me every reason not to."
Even in this moment, him saying 'I love you' makes my heart beat crazily against my chest.
"You really do, don't you?" I slump my shoulders.
He places both hands on my shoulders, I flinch a little at his touch but don't remove it. "More than anything."
No.
No, I can't.
He's too good for me. I have to do what's in his best interest even if he doesn't want it.
"I'm sorry, Xavier." I push his hands off me.
"You're being an idiot," he comments.
"Maybe I am," I admit.
"What did I even do to make you resent me?" he asks painfully.
I gasp quietly. Does he really think it's his fault?
I have to make it seem like it is. Otherwise, he'll never leave me.
"Eric killed my mother, did you expect me to walk around with my hand in yours when
your family is the reason my mother is dead?" I narrow my eyes at him.
Truthfully, I didn't care what Eric did. It wasn't going to stop me.
"Eric is dead," he deadpans. "You'll never see him."
Just let me go. My inner voice screams at him.
"My flight is tomorrow," I tell him. I don't know why I was telling him.
"Fine," he growls. I turn away, ready to leave him. "Deal with it, Amelia." His voice stops me. "Deal with it for the rest of your life...that you threw away my love just because it was bigger and deeper than you could ever comprehend."
I don't say anything.
Instead, I leave.
As the rain comes down, staining my dress, I couldn't tell the difference between the raindrops and my hot tears.
I manage to not get too soaked as I sit in my car, the driver taking me back to the hotel.
I pull my veil off as I walk into the room, about to toss it into the bin when I see a small lavender envelope inside.
I pick it up. It's the only thing in the bin, so it's not dirty, and I open it slowly.
The first thing is a gift card to Bean, my favourite cafe.
And alongside it a small note on matching lavender paper.
Amelia, I never got to apologize for spilling coffee all over you that day.
Buy a new cup, on me.
Congratulations, and best wishes on your new life.
Xavier King.
My eyes fill to the brim once again, droplets beginning to smudge the ink of his note. I
put everything back into the envelope and in my purse.
The heavy rainfall only got more and more relentless, banging against my window when I finally arrived back at my house.
I made sure I had a small suitcase packed for the first few days before I would get the rest of my stuff sent over.
I throw a few pants, tops, and underwear into the bag along with a small pouch of toiletries in.
My stomach rumbles when I realia I haven't eaten anything all day. I rummaged through my fridge putting together a basic sandwich with the last few things I had.
It's only 5 p.m. but my flight us scheduled at 3 a.m. in order to arrive in California at a decent time. I decide to sleep for a few hours.
7 hours later, my alarm for midnight goes off. I groggily get out of bed, getting ready. Moving slowly, due to tiredness, I finally was ready at 2 am.
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I decide to drive to the airport myself, not wanting to disturb my driver in the middle
of the night, and just shoot him a message to pick up the car eventually.
The rain has lessened considerably, and I only have to wait about 20 minutes for my plane to be ready.
"Miss Davis. 5 minutes," the pilot lets me know in the café where I was waiting.
I take a deep breath.
Goodbye, New York.
Goodbye, Xavier.
XAVIER POV:
She left.
She walks away, with as much elegance as she always held.
"Xavier." Someone's voice stops me.
It's her friend, Jasmine.
"What happened between you two?" she asks.
"She's leaving for California tomorrow," I say solemnly.
"What?" Jasmine's hands clasp over her mouth. "Did you try to stop her?"
I scoff. "I tried. She doesn't want to listen to me-or be with me."
"That's not true." Jasmine sighs.
"Well, it's what she said." I shrug.
"You're the only one I can imagine who'll be able to stop her from leaving," she says.
"It's futile," I say, getting ready to walk away.
"You know, she dreams about you," she says, and I freeze.
"What?"
"Sometimes, they're sweet, nice dreams that have her blushing to herself all day." Jasmine chuckles. "But other times, they scare her. How much she hurts you in them... and she never wants to do something like that in real life."
"Why doesn't she understand I'm ready to bear it for her?" I let my frustration out.
"She knows she's not good enough for you."
"That's not true."
"Well, from her perspective-she rejected you multiple times, took your company
away, almost married your business rival."
"I don't care," I snap.
"It's also because she came into your life that Eric killed himself." Jasmine's volume
drops considerably.
My face is outwardly in need of an explanation.
"If you never met her, everything about her mother wouldn't be exposed, Eric would
never go to prison and then he would never," she explains.
I feel a heavy feeling in my chest, and I can only imagine how Amelia's feeling while harbouring all the to herself.
"Please go stop her."
"I can't."
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She sighs defeater, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. "You're an
adult, I won't force you."
I carry on walking away. I get into my car and drive to the office.
"Hey, boss man!" Leroy greets me.
"Leroy, why are you here?" I ask.
"Well, when I heard Miss D said, 'I don't,' I expected to find you here sooner or later,"
he said.
I worked in silence the rest of the day, staying in the office till almost midnight.
"Boss man, I'm out. I can't stay any longer," Leroy says, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I didn't ask you to stay, Leroy," I deadpan.
"Come on, what are friends for?" he teases.
"Leroy!" I shout his name before he slams the door. He opens it and peeks his head
around the corner. "What did you ask me the other day?"
"What did I ask you the other day?" he asks.
"About Miss Davis?"
"Huh?" He scratches his head in confusion. "Oh, right! Don't you think it's more pain
than it's worth?" he mumbles sleepily. I dismiss him.
Don't you think it's more pain than it's worth?
I ponder over that question.
It's not more pain that it's worth, she's worth it all.
Coming to the creationist I run out my office, almost tripping under my own feet.
I get into my car, racing down to her house, ignoring all the horns and angry drivers'
curses.
I bang her door.
No answer.
I bang again, louder.
No answer.
Has she left already? She couldn't have.
I groan aloud.
Even if she's still at home she'll have to come to the airport eventually, I'll just wait for
her there. I drive to the airport, same dangerously illegal speed.
I run to the flight desk. She knows me well. I always fly from this airport.
"Amelia Davis. When's her flight?" I ask between breaths from running.
"I'm not sure. You can ask him." She points at the man outside standing around the
landed jets. "He has the plane schedules."
I dash to him. "Xavier, young man. How have you been?" He recognizes me and greets
me by patting my back.
"A-Amelia Davis. Her flight. When is it?"
His face drops, as he points upwards at the plane that just recently took off. Still clearly
visible and maybe only 50 ft in the air.
"You just missed her, boy." His lips form a thin line.