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The next day Eric decided to leave town. That was his plan. He didn't think there was a point in being there anymore. His family and friends lived in Columbia, and it was time to go back home. Now that Bridget was awake, he didn't feel he needed to stick around anymore. Bridget probably wouldn't want to meet him anyway…

While he was thinking his cell phone ran.

"Hello?" Eric asked.

"Hey man!" A friend of Eric's said.

"Hi David. What's up?"

"Nothing really, just called to check up on ya. How's the chick?" David asked.

"Fine, she woke up last day. And her name's Bridget…" Eric replied.

"Okay… Well now that Bridget's awake don't you think it's time to come back home?"

"I guess… I'm actually planning on it. But I think I'll have to see her, at least one more time before I go." Eric answered and sat on his couch.

"What's up with you and her? Did she forgive you?" David kept asking.

"Not really. I was the only one there when she woke up, and she kicked me out of the room…" Eric replied.

"Ouch..! Is she really that cranky? C'mon it's not even your fault…"

"It is… Bridget would never have met Jennifer if it weren't for me…" Eric said and felt even guiltier.

"C'mon man, you can't always blame yourself…" David replied.

"I don't really wanna argue about it, I'll talk to you later. Cya." Eric said and hung up. He decided to visit the hospital one last time before he went back to where he meant he belonged.

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At the hospital:

Eric arrived at a bad time. No one could visit Bridget while the doctor was checking up on her. Though, he met Lena, Tibby and Carmen. But no Mr. Vreeland.

"Hi, why are you all sitting out here?" Eric asked.

"The doctor is checking up on Bee, no one can visit her while he does." Lena answered.

"Oh okay, do you know when he will be done?" Eric asked.

"Do we look like nurses!" Tibby snapped. She still thought that it was all Eric's fault. Well in a way it was, but in a way it was Bridget's fault too.

"I'm sorry I asked." Eric said and sat on one of the chairs.

After a while Eric looked at his watch. 3.34 PM. He had to hurry up if he wanted to catch his plane.

3.45 PM. His plane took off around 4.36 PM. He had to go now.

"Ehmm… Could you please give Bridget this letter and these flowers?" Eric asked Lena and Carmen.

"Why don't you give it to her yourself?" Carmen asked.

"My plane leaves in an hour, I have to go now…" Eric answered.

"You're leaving America?" Lena asked.

"Yes, I'm going back to Columbia…" Eric replied.

After a moment of silence Lena and Carmen agreed to give Bridget the letter and the flowers. And Eric left to catch his plane.

5 minutes after Eric left, the doctor came out.

"Bridget is gonna be alright, right?" Tibby asked the doctor.

"Yes, but her legs are probably not…" The doctor answered.

"What?" They all asked.

"Her legs are heavily injured. I can't tell if she ever will be able to walk again…"

"What!" They all asked again…

"I'm sorry…" The doctor said, and left.

They all went inside and saw a crying Bridget.

"Bee… Don't cry…" Tibby said, and comforted Bridget.

"Soccer's practically my life! If I won't be able to walk again, how am I supposed to run or play soccer again?" Bridget said while tears continued falling down her cheek.

"We know… But the doctor wasn't 100 procent sure. Maybe you'll recover. Nothing's for sure yet… Be optimistic…" Carmen said.

"By the way, Eric came by." Lena said.

"Where is he now? And why did he come by?" Bridget asked.

"Well he's probably on his way to the airport. He's going back to Columbia… But he asked us to give you this." Lena said and handed Bridget the letter and the flowers.

"Well are you gonna read it?" Tibby asked.

"Maybe, maybe not… At least not now. So he didn't say anything else? Anything about coming back or something..?" Bridget asked.

"No, nothing else. But maybe you'll get some answers if you read the letter?" Carmen said.

Bridget didn't feel like reading it. She just put the flowers and the letter away. He just left… He didn't even say hi, hello or I'm sorry, or I hope you'll be fine or anything. Just a single letter and a bunch of flowers. Once again she was disappointed. But it was kinda her own fault. If she hadn't kicked him out the first time?

The rest of the day Bridget kept thinking about Eric. Was it a mistake to kick him out? Should she be angry with him? Should she hate him?

After her friends left, Bridget decided that she couldn't not read the letter. So she slowly opened the it and began to read:

Dear Bridget,

I have a feeling that opening this letter must be very hard for you. Since you probably hate me more than anything… But I was prepared if you didn't want to see me. Which I also had a feeling you wouldn't.

I hope that you some day, I'm pretty sure that that day is not today or tomorrow, but hopefully you will eventually try to forgive me for what I've done to you. At least I hope so.

I want you to know that this is the biggest mistake of my life. I'm really sorry, and I really regret even dating Jennifer. Hopefully Lena or Carmen told you, that whatever Jennifer said, it was all a lie. I never had any plans of marrying Jennifer, and she was definitely not pregnant! I'm sorry that one single lie cost you all this pain, and probably so many tears. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I regret everything… Except the part at camp. I know that it was very wrong, and against the rules. But that summer was truly the best summer of my life…

I'm heading back to Columbia. I'm gonna continue studying over there. If you can find a single day or maybe a weekend off, I would happily invite you over. But of course only if you want to. I mean I totally understand if you never want to speak, or see me again. But if you want to, well… Feel very free to call or write to me…

I wish you all luck in the near future. And May you recover very soon, and continue to do what you're best at… - Soccer…

One last thing…
I love you, and I always will…

Love,
Eric Richman.

Bridget looked up, and a tear fell down her cheek…

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