At that moment I just broke down crying in Mick's arms. All of the tears that I had been holding in for so long came pouring down my cheeks soaking his shirt. He just let me keep my head in the crook of his neck, and rubbed gentle comforting circles on my head.
After a few minutes I calmed down, and picked my head up. That's when I realized that the door was open. And Alfie was looking through it watching Mick and I.
I got up and unzipped my suitcase. I took out all of my Amfie scrapbooks, and through them at him. Then I proceeded to slam the door in his face before getting out my old Mickber scrapbook and bringing it over to Mick.
"Look Mick, remember this?" I asked pointing at the picture of my kissing Alfie to make Mick jealous.
"Yeah Ambs. But that's a bad memory. Can I do the honors?" Mick asked giggling.
"Of course," I said slipping the picture from the book, and handing it to Mick. Then he ripped it so that Alfie was out of the picture.
"Now it's perfect," he whispered throwing Alfie in the trash can.