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Matt stared down at Trixies message, his hand shaking slightly. Did he tell her it was too late? His stuff was already being sent to the carts to be loaded onto the plane? That the time to board the plane was very soon? He sighed, the guilt streaming through him. It had taken a while, but it finally hit him that he would just..never see her again. And that hurt. He looked up from his phone and scanned the floor below, watching everyone walk around. It took a minute, but his eyes finally landed on Trixie. He didn't answer her message, and instead with his eyes pinned on her he made his way down the stairs, coming up behind her. "I love you too" he said quietly, hoping she would notice. |
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Trixie watched her screen for a minute. Then two. Then three. After four, she sank into a crouch and set her forehead on her knees for a moment, trying not to panic and start sobbing. She stood after a few minutes and started looking around nervously, taking a few steps toward security. She paused at the sound of his voice, turning on her heel and staring at him for a moment. After, she ran for him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and kissed him. There were tears streaming down her face now, and she gently stroked his hair in turn. |
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Matt let his arms close slowly around Trixie as she turned round, biting back tears as he listened to her cry. He obviously had felt bad before he got to the airport, but actually seeing her again made him feel even worse. He looked up at the screens, watching the flight names change from on time to delayed, searching for his. It wasn't as if he had all the time in the world to stand there with her, yet he didn't want to leave her at all. "I'll have to go soon" he whispered, though he could only pray she would actually want him to stay. |
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"Don't." Trixie whimpered softly, pressing her face gently into the side of his neck. She was holding onto him quite tightly, her fingers clutching at the back of his shirt gently. "Stay with me. Please." Shevadded quietly, squeezing the words out through tears. |
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Matt pulled away from the hug and rested his hands on Trixies arms, his grip gentle. "You told me to stay, I don't know what exactly you want me to do." He said, bringing his hand away to rub his forehead in pure frustration. He stared up at the TV until his flight rolled onto the screen, then back at Trixie a little panicked. "If..If i can get to the baggage check in time I can get my stuff. That is if youre sure you want me to stay" He said quietly, wiping the tears off Trixies cheek gently as he waited for a reply. |
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"I know, I know I did, but that was stupid and I don't care about it any more. Please, please stay with me." She pleaded softly, watching him in a pitiful way. She listened to him and tilted her head eagerly into his hand as he went to wipe her tears away. "Yes, I'm sure. I love you. I want you to stay with me. I want to be with you." She said quietly, holding his gaze. |
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do you think they should get into the car accident on the way home from the airport? or leave it a little longer until that happens? - Matt nodded slowly, having to bite back his own tears again. "Alright, done. I'll go and tell Layla, then get the bags. Just wait here." he said quietly, giving her a quick hug before borderline running back upstairs. Once he broke the news to the red haired girl, he had to pretty much prise himself out of her grasp, apologising over and over again as he left the boarding area, down to retrieve the bags. It took quite a while but he managed to get it soon enough, and he made his way back to Trixie. "I'm so sorry" he whispered, putting the bag down and wrapping his arms back around her. "I love you" he added, his tone quiet. |
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We could- but weren't we gonna involve them becoming models again or something? Idc either way, but just to add that option in :) )) "Alright. I can- I can do that." Trixie nodded, reciprocating his small hug tightly. She watched him for as long as she could, and when he was gone, she resorted to simply pacing, brushing at her makeup in a self conscious sort of way, now. She met him halfway as soon as she saw him, settling her head into the crook of his neck and closing her eyes, her arms wrapped around him tightly. "It's okay. You don't need to be sorry, nothing is your fault." She whispered softly, a slight wave of guilt crashing into her at the realization that she had just taken away his life in Italy. She pushed it down and curled closer to him. "I love you too. I love you more, actually." She said softly, a playful tone. |
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yes!! i completely forgot about that :) we could skip a couple months to them being in/starting that profession?) |
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