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Chapter 37 It was night and the darkness was the only thing which kept me safe. As James took a shower before dinner I packed my stuff in a weekend bag. I didn't leave him a note or a massage.
“As will I to you” he said hugging her back. “I will always fight for you, Annabeth” Deandre said taking her hand.
Annabeth picked up the cup and went to one of the wells nearby. When she came back the prince hadn’t moved but had opened his eyes and been watching her.
When she stopped crying she hugged the prince back. Only then did Annabeth stand up and began to work her way through the people again. The prince stayed beside her for the whole thing.
When she arrived at the first house she hopped down and ran into the center of the massacre. The raiders had injured countless people and burnt up countless buildings.
“I’m sure between the three of us we can rustle up some patterns and sow some more clothes and- and we” the prince interrupted her then.
“Now we only have to deal with transportation.
Annabeth dropped ever so gracefully to the floor and put her head into her hands. She barely recognized that the prince had knelt next her and had his hand on her back.
“For what?” She stared deeply into his eyes. He held her gaze, reciprocating the intensity. “For giving me a reason to live again. For saving me from falling.” “Anytime. Thank you, too.
Even though he broke your heart, you just keep going. I like that. I think… I think I may even love that.” His eyes gleamed with a passion long suppressed.
The tears poured off her eyelids; slid down her cheeks; fell to the floor. Slowly she sank to the ground, trembling slightly. Her breath came in deep sobs, wracking her chest.
Even though my chest is pounding and I can feel the blood rushing to my head. So I say them. Those three little words that have been in my mind ever since the day I met you.
I want to get mad at you for giving up so soon, but I can’t. I want to—your head suddenly turns in my direction as if you heard what I was thinking.
Things aren’t going your way again. You’re tired of your wheelchair, you say, and you want the brand new model that you saw on TV last night.
You like frilly and fuzzy stuff, although you don’t want to admit it. You’re filthy rich. You’re a spoiled brat. You scrunch up your nose—in a cute way—whenever it itches.
These were the five words your pretty little mouth would utter every time you wanted something very badly. I didn’t know that when I first met you.
The final part of my dream came true right there. It was exactly how I imagined our first kiss would be, and from that moment onwards we were inseparable.
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The taxi stopped next to the airport, but I still needed to bring my suitcases upstairs. I don't know what I putted in them, but they were so heavy. Finally, I'm in.