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*_CHAPTER 23_*

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I bolted up, gasping for air.

"Angie, you okay?" I heard Logan ask as my vision began to clear. He grasped my face. "Angie, talk to me."

"What happened?" I tried to sit up.

"Take it easy. You passed out and were muttering on about something," he said.

My hand went to my forehead. "Not again."

"Again?," Jean asked. "What do you mean again?"

"I need to lie down." My eyes began to droop again.

Logan tapped me on the face. "No you don't."

Deja vu….

"What do you mean again?" he echoed. "When?"

"This is the third time. Second time in the last month."

The Professor rolled up next to me. "What did you see?"

"What do you think, Charles?" I exclaimed. "The same thing I've been seeing for 4 years." I placed my hand on Logan's shoulder, pushing myself up to stand. "And you keep telling me the same thing you told me when I was 19. And look where that got us." Everyone sat there in shock. "I need some air."

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I ended up in the garden, sitting on the edge of the fountain.

I closed my eyes and listened to the birds chirping.

I can't do this anymore….

I am not okay….

Suddenly, a voice broke me from my trance.

"Angie! Are you okay?" Warren came running around the corner. "Why are you out here? Shouldn't Hank be checking you out?"

"I'm fine, Warren. Now will you please leave?"

"I know that I am the last person you want to see right now. But can you please just let me help you?" He held out his hand. "Please?"

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"Come on. I promise I got you." I reluctantly took his hand.

"Okay...but if you drop me, I will never let you forget it."

He laughed. "Wouldn't doubt it." He picked me up bridal style and took flight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he took flight. My eyes locked tight together.

"You can't enjoy it if you don't look." One eyes popped open, then slowly the other.

"Whoa...the School...it's…."

"Yeah, beautiful." He glanced at me. "Just like you…."

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I nodded my head and took his hand.

"Can we-"

"Can we what?" he asked.

"Can we fly around the school?" I replied. "It's peaceful up there."

He walked up and leaned down, hesitating to pick me up."May I?"

I nodded and he picked me up like he used to, quickly taking flight.

It seemed like hours we were up there. And once we landed. I...didn't want to let go.

He put me down and still held on to his neck, foreheads touching.

"Ange-"

"I know, Warren," I interrupted. "I know about her. I just…." I sighed. "I just wanted five minutes with you. Where we weren't fighting or at each other's throats." I let go of him and sat down on the fountain's edge.

"How do you know about her?"

"I've known about her since the day I met you." He furrowed his brows in reply. "I shook your hand and I saw two people: me and her, the loves of your life."

"You knew we weren't always going to be together?" he asked, earning a nod in reply. "Then, why did you date me?"

I shrugged. "I didn't know if we would break up or if…."

"You'd die…."

"Yeah, but I knew you would be happy. And that's all that mattered." I rubbed my hand up and down my arm. "I tried to move on, Warren. But I can't. One failed relationship is proof of that."

"I didn't move on either, Ange. Not until her." He sat down next to me. "I did everything to fight it but…."

"It just happened?" I asked, knowingly. "That's how it works."

"What are you talking about?"

"Angie!" Logan yelled from the house.

"For another day." I walked away and headed towards the mansion. "What Logan?"

"Well, you disappeared on us for a couple hours. I think we have a right to be worried," he argued. "Especially with what happened."

"I'm fine, Logan."

"No, you're not."

I sighed. "Okay, maybe I'm not. And I don't think I ever will be. You guys will have to just deal with that." I brushed past him and headed straight to my room.

Minutes later, Marcos rushed into the room, noticing what I was doing.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. D.C. or something?" I replied. "Pack your bags if you're coming."

He held up his hand. "Why?"

"I need space. Space where everyone isn't hounding me about everything." I zipped up the suitcase.

"Then I should stay here."

I shook my head. "That's not what I meant, Marcos."

"I know that. But you're right. You need a break away from this, from New York, from everything."

"But?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, okay? I want you to stay, but I know you need to go."

"Whoa…."

"What?"

"You…are the best kid anyone could ask for." I pulled him into a hug. "I won't be gone forever. You'll visit me, won't you?"

"Anything for you."

"Why is he going to be visiting?" Logan said standing in the doorway. "You're leaving again?"

I glared at him and grabbed my bag. He held out his arm, stopping me, as I tried to walk past him.

"Don't do this."

"I have to, Logan. And you know why." I shook my head. "I can't listen to the same crap they gave me ten years ago."

His hand went to my face. "Please…."

"I'm sorry, but I have to…."

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