A week had passed through quickly and, for the first time in my life, I found myself hesitating, afraid of taking the next step. D- day was approaching closer and closer, yet I hadn’t even started to pack. I was running away from myself, from my own feelings, putting everything off till the last possible moment. The company had already sent in my tickets, yet I was putting off packing or even sorting out things.
Luke had kept things cool between the two of us, whereby he stated his intentions loud and clear yet didn’t force me to take a particular course of action. He had made it perfectly clear on multiple occasions, that it was all on me.
I eyed my closet warily and heaved a heavy sigh. This time, tomorrow, I should be sitting on a flight to Paris. I had never before become emotionall
