Maybe I should have called Tara before coming back. But it was sort of a snap decision, you know? As in, I snapped. Hiding in the USA and avoiding calling her again, scared that out next conversation would be her telling me that we were over, that she couldn't take this anymore... The thing is? I wouldn't blame her. I'd have to step back and let
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"H-hello?"
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I bit my bottom lip. Okay, say something, dork. "H-hey Tara," I managed, glancing around me. A nice looking elderly man waited patiently for the phone a few feet back and I turned back into the booth almost shyly. "I... I kinda need to talk to you, and um, to tell you that I-I'm here. In England. At the airport." Eloquant. I winced.
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"Y-you're here?" I said stupidly. "Right. You j-just said that." I took a deep breath and released it, trying to calm myself. "W-what terminal?" She told me. "O-ok, I'll come get you."
I put down the phone and sat on the bed for a while, trying to calm down. Then I got my things together and headed out, using one of the Council's cars.
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