Reverse this curse - chapter XIV

Okay, so this is the last chapter of this fic; I'll soon upload the epilogue, read it if you wanna know how this truly ends! Aaaand, knowing the fact that this is the last chapter... write me a review with your opinion about the whole story!

He was about to reach her while still pushing people for being closer to her, only a few feet... when she resumed her walk, getting lost in the crowd. He felt useless, helpless, not knowing what to do. He was a fool, running through an airport while trying to recover what he had broken.

"Emilieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He screamed, fearing to lose her and, when he'll find her, it'll be too late.
It was all his fault, sure. Not that he thought that, is that he knew. And so he had to retrieve her, make her stay. He had to fix what was broken. He kept breaking through, pushing all that stood between them, as he continued shouting her name, waiting for her to hear him and, in a moment of pity, stopped to meet up with him.

Emilie looked at the clock, only had an hour until the plane took off. She continued walking through the airport with no particular place to go, when she heard someone screaming her name. She knew that voice. Oh, she knew it so. She assumed that it'd been her imagination, she had several days without sleep, and sleep deprivation eventually affected her. She heard her name again, this time closer. It was real. Well it was so.

She turned to where that voice came, just in time to meet face to face with Max, running, just getting to where she was. He reached her and hugged her tightly as he tried to recover the normal rhythm of his breathing, disturbed by what he had run. Emilie rested for a few seconds into his arms, it felt so good... but it wasn't right. She looked away, down, and left him, getting rid of his embrace.

"Why do you do all this? Emilie..."
"How did you know I was leaving?" She interrupted him. "Juliet, right?"
"Yes, she called me about an hour, but that doesn't matter. Emilie, please..." He took her hands, and she still didn't look into his eyes. "I know you don't want to go."
"I don't want to leave. But I have to, if I want to save myself. Max, I'm better off alone, believe me."
"I know where you were the last two years, Ronnie told me everything. Hey, look, I... I'm sorry I hurt you, seriously, I was an idiot for not having realized it before, but I swear it won't happen again."
"That's not what matters, Max. That is why I have to leave, for never relapse and end up like the last time I fell in love." She said, raising her eyes to his face, with tears blurring her hazel eyes.

"Please, don't go, Emilie, you don't know the dangers you might find out there."
"I'll fix it alone, believe me." She replied with a smile, just so he doesn't worry anymore. "And if things go wrong a lot, I'll change my place or, in the worst... I'll come back." She paused, swallowing. "Besides, I always wanted to leave this place. My dream was always going to live in London, and at least being there will keep me entertained."

"Will you let me go with you? Forget the past, let's let it all die, we'll start from scratch. We'll flee together, with nothing to worry about, we'll find our way, look for the perfect place to get lost together... And I'll protect you from everything, Emilie , I... "
"I cann't." She covered his mouth with a finger, avoiding hearing those three words she'd been wanting for so long. It wasn't the time nor the place. "What I need is to escape from everything, absolutely everything. Max, sorry, but I have to be all alone. I need to get rid of all that I remember from my past, or I'll resort to self-harm, or suicide. And I don't want that to happen again. "
"Emilie, you cannot escape yourself." He said, holding her chin with one hand and pulling her closer to him.

Max strongly embraced her again, this time she held him back; noticing their heart pounding, while Emilie was breathing on his neck for the last time, unable to keep the tears began to fall. Finally left him, with the make-up running down her cheeks, and now a faded red lipstick.
"I won't escape myself. I'm going to escape my fate."
"That is impossible, Emilie, you can't escape your destiny. Please stay, I cann't do this alone... Stay, if not for me, even for Ronnie or Juliet. If that's what you want, I'll turn away from you. But please don't go... "

"They'll understand this is the best for me." Emilie smiled sadly, trying to avoid the tears to fall again.
"Call to the passengers of Flight L-23, please, terminal five. Passengers of Flight L-23, terminal five." Was heard a megaphone.
"Well, I guess this is the last goodbye." She said, ready to go and to leave everything behind, and start a new life.
"Emilie... I love you." He said, looking into her eyes and trying to gain time, as he rested his hands on her waist.

"I love you too. And that's the problem." Emilie replied, just before getting closer to him, putting her arms around his neck and kissed him like never before. Despair. Hate. Rage. Sadness. Impotence. Pain. Repentance. Love. She left him when they needed air, and hug him again, feeling his tears mixing with hers.
"Last call, passengers of flight L-23, please board the terminal five." Recalled the voice of the megaphone. Emilie gave Max one last quick kiss, and began walking toward the terminal in question.

"Max!" Screamed Emilie when she was a few feet away from him; he turned, hopeful and desperate. "You know, I may not be able to get it, but at least I'll try, at least I'll be able to say that I've tried to escape the fate."
Turn around again, walking faster to the terminal to board the plane and leave forever. Running away from her destiny.
"Escape the fate." Her voice echoed in Max's head with the image of the make-up running down her cheeks, and her broken smile, as he watched her disappear.

"Escape the fate." He said out loud to himself, while returning home on that cold morning in late September.

Emilie Scarlett.