She sat in the yellow New York taxi, thinking about the biggest mistake she had ever made.
She tried his phone again…No answer. Hanna knew there and then that she had to get back to Caleb;her one true love.
"I have to get out of here." She stated to the driver. Pulling a twenty out of her purse. Her purse Caleb bought her with his first new wages at his new job. She heard the click of the door opening and shot out of the cab like a lightning bolt. Running as fast as her legs could take her.
What if he wasn't there?
What if he didn't want to see her?
What if…What if…
Hanna couldn't think thoughts like that now, she needed to get back to Caleb. Salty tears streaming down her face while she ran the few blocks back to their apartment.
To Caleb; to home.
She fumbled around in her bag to find the keys. Please, please, please be there.
Caleb was hurt. Angry. Confused. Why had Hanna chosen her job over him? Had all their love disappeared because of stupid Sybil? Ha, yeah, it had now.
He took the tatty suitcase out of the cupboard absentmindedly flinging all his belongings into it. Caleb hadn't realised that silent tears had been streaming down his face. She was gone so he had to go. Now. Or he would be forced to wait for her again and he couldn't keep doing that.
Caleb had decided to put his phone down on the table ignoring the phone calls of Hanna apologising and saying "I love you" because he would once again give in to her like he always did. But this time it was different. He had given her an ultimatum: him or the damn job.
She'd chosen the freaking job.
Caleb decided to go and sit on the roof before he left. Saying goodbye to the city that had been so bitter to his relationship. He left the case in their shared bedroom; the phone on the wood; it made him seem like he had left. He was leaving anyway right?
Hanna was flying up the stairs, she had left her case in the lobby, it was quicker to make a run for Caleb. She unlocked the apartment door as fast as she possibly could and flung it open.
"Caleb, I'm so sorry I don't know what I was thinking."
She couldn't see him. The panic set in.
"Caleb?" Her voice was breaking.
She turned around and noticed that the closet she had so once lovingly shared with him was eerily empty on his side. She tried his phone again, trying to hold back all of her loud, uncontrollable sobs.
Vibration.
He had left his phone on the table.
He had gone.
Hanna fell on her knees, she dropped her phone, her vision became blurred with even more tears she didn't think was possible to cry. Hanna had pushed him away. She had lost her soul-mate.
The sobs were louder now, she couldn't control her body as she was registering what the hell had happened.
He sighed. Caleb knew it was time to leave the city. He clambered back down the steps in despair.
Then he heard a girl crying. Caleb froze, rooted to the spot. Hanna was crying. He charged down the rest of the stairs, not caring that he nearly tripped. He slowly opened the door and saw a sight that he hated seeing the most.
"C-caleb…p-p-please-e…I'm s-sorry…p-please c-come b-b-back.." He heard his girlfriend whisper. The look of defeat had cast its way onto her pretty face when she thought that he wasn't coming back.
"Han?" He half-shouted, snapping her out of her depressing trance. The look on her face when she heard his voice told him everything he needed to know.
"Caleb?"
"Yeah, Hanna, it's me. Please don't cry baby,"
"I…I thought you were g-gone and then I…I'm so sorry!" A new wave of sobbing had washed over her as she realised he was still here and she had made it in time.
Relief.
Caleb rushed over to her trembling body holding her in his gentle embrace to tell her all was forgiven and okay.
She had made it in time. Her lips crashed onto his and they moved passionately like it was their last kiss, only coming up for air when they both felt like they were going to faint. Hanna snuggled into Caleb's lap and Caleb instantly started to stroke her soft,blonde hair that was drenched by the unreliable weather of New York.
Relief.
It was all going to be okay…
