Chapter 5
"No Farewells to almost love"
(Leavin'—Jesse McCartney)
I was still sitting on the floor, two hours later, in my wet clothes, when there was a familiar short knock on my door. I didn't get up. I couldn't. my depression caused by my earlier thoughts had completely taken over my mind. My mind, now frozen, was completely unable to do anything but allow me to stare out into space.
Bill must have noticed that something was wrong, because he used the extra key to my room, and opened my door, looking around for me.
"Maggie?" he called out. Spotting me on the floor, he ran over to me. "Maggie, what's wrong?" I didn't answer, just kept staring at the floor in front of me, with a distraught expression. "Maggie, please, say something. Tell me, what's wrong?" I brokenly brought my gaze to lock with his chocolate brown eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn't because my voice cracked. I started crying again; unable to stop; unable to try. He sat down beside me, leaning against the wall, and pulled me onto his lap, holding me to him, as I cried into his chest. He rubbed my back and comforted me as I sat there.
Finally, I stopped crying and looked up at him. He was the first to speak.
"Can you tell me what's wrong now?" he asked. I wasn't going to tell him. I was just going to leave. It would be better for both of us if we just forgot about it. If I just walked out of his life. It would be easier for both of us if it was like I never existed to him. I shook my head to his question. His eyes looked so worried. This was going to be so hard.
"Bill?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have some time alone, please?" I asked, not making eye contact with him. It would only make it harder.
"Oh…ok," he sounded hurt. I tried to keep the tears from forming in my eyes as I stood up. I waited for him to leave before breaking down. I would talk to Miss Shraw once I was ready to leave.
Silently, I packed my things, changed into something dry, and made sure that everything was packed before leaving. I left the jacket he bought me, along with a note.
(Bill POV)
I paced in my room, worried about Maggie. Something was wrong. Why was she so upset? Why couldn't she tell me what was going on? It had been three hours since I left her room. I should go and check on her. I raced out of my room, and down to hers. I used the extra key I had gotten from the front desk to open the door. What I saw inside surprised me. Everything was gone. All her stuff. Suitcases; everything was as if nobody had been here. Except one thing. The jacket I had bought her was laying on the made bed. I walked over to it, and picked up the note that was laying on it.
I'm sorry Bill. I have to go.
I Love You. Even if you don't
feel the same. I don't know if
you do. Goodbye.
Maggie
The tears fell down my cheeks unwillingly. Leaving? Maggie…my Maggie…gone. Why?
(Maggie POV)
The whole talk with Miss Shraw had gone over rather well. Jus as Natalie promised, Miss shraw was going to fire me. I asked her to let me quit, so that the other staff would not have as much to gossip about. She agreed.
I caught the next plane back home around nine at night.
My mom was surprised to see me back, but once I explained everything to her, she understood.
I moved back in, desperate for anything that would help me forget.
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