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A day and a half.
Could I make it that long? Or was it better to get out of here sooner rather than later?
I opened a new tab in the browser and brought up the airline’s website. I logged in and brought up my flight details, then selected the ‘change flight’ option on the sidebar.
Please. Please. Please.
A late flight was open for tomorrow night, and my eyes widened as I clicked on it. The available seats were all worse than the one I had booked on Saturday morning, but I didn’t care. Even the extra charge didn’t bother me as I selected to change my flight for the earlier one.
Right.
That was fine.
I just needed to get through another twenty-four hours, and then I would be able to breathe again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT – CHLOE
London Calling
I made it.
Somehow, I made it through twenty-four hours with barely exchanging a word with Theo. As I’d thought, he’d been out almost all day on Friday, and the only real conversation we’d had had consisted of me telling him I would be leaving early.
I’d landed late last night and immediately returned to my flat. It was cold and dreary compared to the warmth of Buckley Cottage, and I wasn’t sure that warmth extended solely to the temperature.
Being alone after four weeks of near constant companionship was quite jarring.
Or maybe it was because of the person I’d been with.
Even sleeping had felt somewhat strange, despite how tired I’d been after my rush to the airport. I was so used to Theo being down the hall and hearing him moving about—not to mention that most nights over the past week had been us sleeping together.
Even after our little disagreement on Thursday night there’d been comfort in hearing him shuffling around the cottage.
But now, as I stood in my familiar kitchen, scooping beans into my coffee machine, I was very, very alone.
There was no creaking of floorboards as he walked across the upstairs hallway. No rush of water from the shower or sink. No mumbling about something under his breath as he organised his thoughts.
Even with the sound of the coffee machine whirring to life, it was too quiet.
When had I become so accustomed to Theo being around?
Was I missing him right now?
Shit.
I was.
I was missing him.
I took my cup from the machine and wandered back into the living room. For a moment, I almost turned back to make another cup before remembering that there was nobody to make one for.
There was just me.
Ha.
This was a mess.
To think I’d come back for Aunt Fizz’s birthday to clear my head and end up even more confused.
