p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"We are outside, by my car. Thomas is there too, Lana called him a couple minutes ago and he came right away. I hug Thomas and thank him for everything. "My pleasure, ma'am", he says, awkwardly holding me in return. I break the hug and walk towards Lana who has tears in her eyes. She kisses my head and reaches out for a hug. I hold her tightly. "I love you", she whispers. I feel tears running down my cheek. "I'm going to miss you", I say, avoiding the L-word. She breaks the hug and kisses me on the lips. It was a passionate kiss with so many feelings. "Goodbye, Lana", I say, breaking the kiss and grabbing her hand. "We will meet again, one day. I promise", I add./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""I am sure we will, darling..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I get in my car, and drive away. Looking in my mirror seeing Lana wave softly. I leave the parking space and set course to Belgium./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I realize I am wearing some of Lana's clothes. I feel like it's some sort of evidence of what happened. I still feel sick when I think back. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Did I make a mistake coming here? I shouldn't have done it... But there's nothing I can do to take it back.../em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I put "Til It Happens To You" by Lady Gaga on repeat and I'm planning on keeping this song playing for the rest of my 4 hour drive (because I'm not planning on stopping). Nothing much happened, only a lot of thinking from my part. The drive home gives me a lot of time to think about everything. I still smell like Lana so I am enormously glad my parents are not home when I arrive. I decide to take a shower, I have to go to school tomorrow. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"This is going to be a long week.../span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I take my phone out when I'm getting ready to take a shower. I open both Twitter and Facebook. On Twitter, there's a picture of Lana holding me and wiping my tear away. On Facebook, there are so many posts saying: "Who's this girl?" or "Look at this, someone knows anything?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I sigh, em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"this is indeed going to be a long week/em, I think when I realize I am crying again./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""I am sure we will, darling..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I get in my car, and drive away. Looking in my mirror seeing Lana wave softly. I leave the parking space and set course to Belgium./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I realize I am wearing some of Lana's clothes. I feel like it's some sort of evidence of what happened. I still feel sick when I think back. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Did I make a mistake coming here? I shouldn't have done it... But there's nothing I can do to take it back.../em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I put "Til It Happens To You" by Lady Gaga on repeat and I'm planning on keeping this song playing for the rest of my 4 hour drive (because I'm not planning on stopping). Nothing much happened, only a lot of thinking from my part. The drive home gives me a lot of time to think about everything. I still smell like Lana so I am enormously glad my parents are not home when I arrive. I decide to take a shower, I have to go to school tomorrow. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"This is going to be a long week.../span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I take my phone out when I'm getting ready to take a shower. I open both Twitter and Facebook. On Twitter, there's a picture of Lana holding me and wiping my tear away. On Facebook, there are so many posts saying: "Who's this girl?" or "Look at this, someone knows anything?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I sigh, em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"this is indeed going to be a long week/em, I think when I realize I am crying again./span/p