Chapter 3:
Luka was in the lounge putting his coat away in his locker when Abby came in.
"Hi Luka, just getting on?" She asked walking over to her locker.
"Yeah. You off?" He asked.
"Yep, at last." She sighed and opened her locker "Susan and I are having a girls' night out. We were wondering if Gillian wanted to come along?" She looked up at Luka and noticed his smile had faded. "What's wrong?"
Luka looked at the floor "Gillian's back in Montreal. She has a boyfriend there."
Abby walked up to him and rubbed his arm, comforting him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." She paused then carried on ".It was good while it lasted though, right?"
Luka looked up at Abby, smiling again "Yeah. It was." He nodded. "Well, I guess I should go. Have a good night."
"Thanks" She closed her locker and left.
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Montreal~
Gillian sighed. Ever since she had phoned Luka, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. In fact, she hadn't stopped thinking about him since she left.
But then there was Michael, she loved him, or at least she used to love him. She didn't want to hurt him, but he needed to know how she felt about him and about Luka.
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Gillian got home from work and found Michael waiting for her. "Here goes," She thought to herself as she closed the door.
Michael came up to her "Hey. How was your day?" He asked her.
"It was good. Listen, there's something I need to tell you" She walked over to the sofa and hoped he would follow, he did. She took a deep breath and then started.
"Remember when I was in Africa.." She was about to continue when Michael interrupted her.
"G-D yeah. It felt like you were gone for years!" He took her hand.
Gillian smiled slightly and continued, ".Well, while I was there I.I met someone. We worked together and we got pretty close. He almost died there and that's why I went back, to get him, and he's why I stayed in Chicago for so long. Michael, I.I love him." There she had said it, no going back now. She waited for Michael's reaction.
Michael let go of her hand and stood up "What?! You go away for a few months and fall in love with some other guy just like that?!" He shook his head "I refuse to believe it! And what about me? Don't you care about me? About how I feel?"
Gillian stood up "Of course I do." She told him calmly "..This was hard for me! I've been dreading this moment." She looked at him sadly.
Michael scoffed. "I loved you. Did you ever love me?" He sat back down.
"Of course I did but." She was crying now.
"But you love this guy more, right? And I suppose you're going back to Chicago, to be with him?"
Gillian nodded "I booked a flight for tonight. The quicker I go the better." With that she went to pack her things.
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An hour later Gillian came out of their room carrying her bags.
"What time do you leave?" He asked, not looking at her.
"My flight is at seven. My cab's coming at five fifty. I really didn't mean for it to end this way."
"Don't Gillian. We've both said everything we needed to say. Leave it at that." His voice was quiet and he turned to look at her. She could tell he had been crying.
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Gillian's cab finally came. She took her bags out to the cab driver for him to put in the boot.
She gave the key back to Michael and gave him one last kiss. "Bye" She whispered and got in the cab.
"Bye" Michael whispered as he watched the cab drive off.
Gillian looked back one last time and saw Michael walk back inside and close the door.
Luka was in the lounge putting his coat away in his locker when Abby came in.
"Hi Luka, just getting on?" She asked walking over to her locker.
"Yeah. You off?" He asked.
"Yep, at last." She sighed and opened her locker "Susan and I are having a girls' night out. We were wondering if Gillian wanted to come along?" She looked up at Luka and noticed his smile had faded. "What's wrong?"
Luka looked at the floor "Gillian's back in Montreal. She has a boyfriend there."
Abby walked up to him and rubbed his arm, comforting him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." She paused then carried on ".It was good while it lasted though, right?"
Luka looked up at Abby, smiling again "Yeah. It was." He nodded. "Well, I guess I should go. Have a good night."
"Thanks" She closed her locker and left.
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Montreal~
Gillian sighed. Ever since she had phoned Luka, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. In fact, she hadn't stopped thinking about him since she left.
But then there was Michael, she loved him, or at least she used to love him. She didn't want to hurt him, but he needed to know how she felt about him and about Luka.
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Gillian got home from work and found Michael waiting for her. "Here goes," She thought to herself as she closed the door.
Michael came up to her "Hey. How was your day?" He asked her.
"It was good. Listen, there's something I need to tell you" She walked over to the sofa and hoped he would follow, he did. She took a deep breath and then started.
"Remember when I was in Africa.." She was about to continue when Michael interrupted her.
"G-D yeah. It felt like you were gone for years!" He took her hand.
Gillian smiled slightly and continued, ".Well, while I was there I.I met someone. We worked together and we got pretty close. He almost died there and that's why I went back, to get him, and he's why I stayed in Chicago for so long. Michael, I.I love him." There she had said it, no going back now. She waited for Michael's reaction.
Michael let go of her hand and stood up "What?! You go away for a few months and fall in love with some other guy just like that?!" He shook his head "I refuse to believe it! And what about me? Don't you care about me? About how I feel?"
Gillian stood up "Of course I do." She told him calmly "..This was hard for me! I've been dreading this moment." She looked at him sadly.
Michael scoffed. "I loved you. Did you ever love me?" He sat back down.
"Of course I did but." She was crying now.
"But you love this guy more, right? And I suppose you're going back to Chicago, to be with him?"
Gillian nodded "I booked a flight for tonight. The quicker I go the better." With that she went to pack her things.
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An hour later Gillian came out of their room carrying her bags.
"What time do you leave?" He asked, not looking at her.
"My flight is at seven. My cab's coming at five fifty. I really didn't mean for it to end this way."
"Don't Gillian. We've both said everything we needed to say. Leave it at that." His voice was quiet and he turned to look at her. She could tell he had been crying.
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Gillian's cab finally came. She took her bags out to the cab driver for him to put in the boot.
She gave the key back to Michael and gave him one last kiss. "Bye" She whispered and got in the cab.
"Bye" Michael whispered as he watched the cab drive off.
Gillian looked back one last time and saw Michael walk back inside and close the door.