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Chapter Four: I Dropped you off at the Train Station

"I'm going to go out for a walk." I said to him, standing up.

"Let me guess, in Grant Park?" He responded, standing up as well.

I grinned. "You know me too well."

He smiled back. "Just be careful."

I shoved the letter to Patricia in my pocket, took my keys, and closed the door, deciding to walk there because using the car would've meant wasting gas. When I got to the park, I stood at the entrance and stared up at the sky.

"Somebody, help us." I whispered.

I continued through the park, but didn't stop when I came to the fountain. Instead, I walked around it and passed Lake Shore Drive, heading to the shoreline. I walked to the railing and stared at the bright blue waters of Lake Michigan.

The rolling, singing waves created a perfect foreground for the golden sunset. Pink streaks of cloud stretched above me, surrounded by blue, purple, yellow, and orange skies. It would've been absolutely perfect, if not for the ripping wind. I turned up my coat collar against it and shivered.

Two teenage boys and a girl walked past me, laughing the hours away. I sighed and remembered my high school years. The friends, mysteries, break ups, wild nights, and broken rules.

My thoughts drifted to Amber: I wondered how she was doing, if she was still with Alfie, where she was living, what she was doing at this very moment. Did she miss me? Does she worry about me? Has she tried to find me? The thought of my best friend living her life full of excitement and precious moments without a care about me made me feel bitter and agitated inside. A tear almost slipped over my cheek, but I refused to let it fall. I was strong. I was going to get through this. Fabian and I would be okay.

Yet, that was the day it all fell apart.

I headed home after the last ray of sun dipped into the water. On my way there, I thought about the options we had at hand. My letter to Patricia was one of them, and I decided I would ask her about how the rest of the old gang was faring, and seeing if any were close by. Maybe then we could get out of Chicago and stay with them for a bit until we found stable jobs and a new home, that is, if they would be willing to take us.

I sighed. How had it all come to this? Why had I wanted to live in Chicago so badly? My friends and I had been a tight-knit group, and I had lost them by moving back to America. What was I to do?

By this time I had made it back to the apartment building, but when I walked through the front door, it felt like something had changed.

I made my way up to the third floor and down the hall to our room, my heart pounding anxiously all the way. I put my key in the lock and prepared for the worst.

I twisted the knob gently, and poked my head in.

Expecting a horror scene, I was relieved to see Fabian was alive and well, stuffing the bills from the table into a satchel. A suitcase on the floor lay open with clothes piled in it

Wait, why was he packing a suitcase?

He looked up at me, and I gave him a smile. His face remained blank.

"I need you to drop me off at the train station." He said.

"Why?" I asked, confusion in my voice.

"Please, this is important. I need you to do it."

This was alarming. Fabian almost never begged me to do something unless it was utterly vital to survival.

"Okay…" I said quietly. He hung his satchel over his shoulder, grabbed the suitcase, put on his coat, then we were out the door.

We drove in silence all the way to the train station. Some rays of light were still present as I pulled into the parking lot. I was about to kiss him goodbye when he opened the door, got out of the car, and walked over to my window.

"Get out of the car." He said, his sad, beautiful eyes looking down at me.

"Fabian, what is this ab—"

"Please, love. Just for a minute."

Reluctantly, I opened the door and stepped out. I barely had a second to react before Fabian put his arms around me and engulfed me in a wonderful, passionate kiss on the lips.

Not knowing what to do, I continued kissing back. We stayed this way for what felt like an eternity, until finally he let go.

"Goodbye, Nina. I'll see you in a little bit, kay?"

"Yeah." Was all I said in response.

The train's departure was announced, and Fabian turned and starting walking away. I couldn't watch this happen.

"Fabian! Wait!" I shouted and ran to him. He turned, and I surrounded him in a hug.

"Where on Earth are you going?" I spoke into his shoulder, hating how my voice cracked.

"Don't worry, love. I'll be back soon, and I'll call you when I arrive."

I let go and looked up at him, tears in my eyes, and reached up to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

"Come back to me, please." I whispered.

His face blank, he turned again and boarded the train. As it pulled away from the station, I stood at the curb, feeling emptiness as I watched his hand wave back and forth.

I didn't wave back.

When I returned home, I sighed as I went to the table to continue writing my letter. But Fabian, in all his well-meaning, had accidentally taken it with him, envelope and all.

That was The-Night-I-Got-the-Phone-Call.