296 I am sorry (2/2)

”While I go upstairs, you can rest for a while,” she told him once they arrived in front of her apartment.

He nodded and quickly lowered the back of his seat. He closed his eyes tiredly. Just a few winks to make him feel better.

She checked the time and walked to the lift. It was quiet as it was still early. Too early. There was no one there. She did not feel anything because she was used going out and going home in random times because of her job. She simply looked around carefully just to ensure her safety and then walked to her house once the elevator's door opened.

It took her about half an hour because she hadn't packed her bag yet. She did not bring much, just enough for a few days and again she would wash the used clothes at the laundry place in between her jobs and flying around.

When she returned to the car, he was already deep in his sleep. She knocked the window to wake him up but he did not even stir. She quickly called him and only after the third ring he woke up and saw her.

”Are you sure?” she asked again worriedly.

”Hmm... don't worry,” he said as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He would buy a cup of coffee once they reach the airport.

He changed the gear and drove the car toward the airport. She was worried about him she quickly switched on the radio to play songs to accompany him. And she even talked with him even though it was not much. It was more of him speaking and she listened. He talked about his plan for the company and also about their future. He pictured they would get married a few months after Mika and asked her what kind of wedding she wanted.

She just smiled and said she hadn't think about it yet. She was too busy to be married now, which made him feel down.

”Our relationship is still new. Give it several years then we can talk about this again,” she said rather firmly, refusing to talk about this topic anymore.

Sighing sadly, he changed the topic to Mika's wedding. As the only bridesmaid, Ryn still has to help Mika with her preparation and Jeremy informed her about the songs he chose.

”Are you sure I can do it?” she asked rather worriedly. She did not want to ruin Mika's wedding if she could not deliver the songs perfectly.

”Don't worry. I will help you. We will practice until you are comfortable enough,” he reassured her. ”I have everything under control.”

They walked slowly into the airport, toward the departure gate. At first, he suggested they go to the coffee shop for their early breakfast but she told him she did not want to be late. If they were to have their breakfast together, she would lose time and by the time she remembered, she might miss the flight.

He never let her hand go when they were walking. Now, the reality of her leaving him hit his mind and he was unwilling to let it happen. Why she has to leave again? Why she has to leave him?

”When are you coming back?” he asked slowly.

”In... another two months...” she replied.

”So... long...” he choked out sadly. He reached for her hands and refused to let them go. Why was she leaving him when they just started back their relationship? He was going to miss her desperately.

”Hmm...” she nodded. She did not know how to coax him. This was what she signed for when she decided to make a comeback. However, the contract was not as stiff and controlled as before. She had the power to choose which project she wanted and the ones she was going to do for the month were all her pick. ”I'll come back for the exam and the launch, and then fly out again.”

”More?” he was heartbroken when he heard it. If she was this busy, when were they going to nurture their feelings and love?

This time she did not say anything. She just hugged him tightly as a goodbye and then tried to pull away but he refused. He refused to let her go!

”Please, J, I need to go now,” she begged.

”Why... why can't you just stay? I can support you,” he asked, begging her with his puppy eyes.

”I'm sorry. I've signed a contract with them,” she apologized.

”But... if you were too busy, how are you going to study for your exam?” he asked desperately looking for any excuse to make her stay.

”I have all my notes with me. Don't worry.”

Clutching the passport in her hand, she looked at him with sad eyes and whispered, ”I'm sorry.”

He watched her walking toward the immigration officer sadly. His hands clutched tightly. Another month before they could reunite. She just left for a few feets and he already missed her. How was he going to survive without her for the whole month?