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Elias

Two days. We have two days left before Lorenzo flies back to Portland. We’re leaving New York tomorrow, and plan to go to the airport at noon. Three weeks have passed, and we’re going back to LA. Back to school, back to just Aurora and I. Except now Lorenzo is leaving for good. There’ll be no seeing him later. This is the last later he gets.

I stare into the empty closet, which was full just a minute ago. I still can’t believe Lorenzo is dying. My head can’t process it. I’ve never experienced the death of someone close to me. I’ve seen others go through it, but never me.

Lorenzo is the last person I thought would have to go through this. The last person I’d have to experience this with. He’s always bright and happy. Most of all, he always seemed healthy. But it still got to him. We see each other once every two to three years, yet it feels like I’ve been close to him forever. And now, in a matter of weeks, he won’t be here anymore. Who knew this feeling would hurt so much?

I close the closet and look behind me, where Val is still packing. She’s slightly better, but she still looks exhausted. She looks broken. I didn’t think that was possible, that someonecould break internally, and people could see it. But she’s barely holding on. Lorenzo’s her best friend and she’s losing him.

I step toward her, standing as she searches through her bag and places things inside it. “Hey, are you nearly done?” I ask her. “You should probably rest, tomorrow’s going to be tiring.” She turns her head toward me, before facing me completely.

“Almost. I’m not that tired anyway,” she replies, her lips twitching upward slightly. That’s a lie. She doesn’t want to rest. It’s almost night, which means she needs to sleep, and when she wakes up, another day will have passed. I know she doesn’t want tomorrow to come any faster. She doesn’t want it to come at all.

She then goes back to her bag, raising a hand to her head. “I just have a headache, that’s all.” She moves to the dresser to grab something, but stops.

“Violet, you really should rest,” I repeat. She shakes her head weakly, grabbing the item and stepping away from the dresser.

“I’m fine, I don’t—” Her legs weaken and she loses her balance. I rush and catch her from behind, tightly wrapping my right arm around her.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” I tell her, slowly lowering her toward the bed. She reaches an arm out to steady herself, trying to gain energy to stand up again.

“It’s okay, I just . . .” she tries saying, but her voice trails off. She sounds exhausted.

I sit her down on the floor against the bed frame. “Don’t say anything,” I tell her.

She reaches her hands to her head again, letting it drop onto them. I stand up once she’s seated, looking around for something. Water. Something sweet. I unzip the small pocket of her bag and spot a chocolate bar. Grabbing it, I unpeel the wrapper and drop down to her level again. “Here. Take this.”

She opens her eyes and looks up, before reaching to my hand and taking the sweet. She takes a bite out of the bar, leaving it inher mouth for a bit. The bar then drops onto her lap. She drops her head into her hands again, her eyes a shade of red.

“Violet,”

“I’m fine. Probably low sugar or something, I’ll be fine,” she utters. I glance at her fingers, joined together. I place my hand around them, causing her to look up.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whisper. She sniffs, her eyes drowning in tears. Her head nods, although it’s obvious she doesn’t believe it. I move next to her, sitting properly. She leans her body onto mine, and I let my arms surround her.

“What am I going to do without him?” she whispers. My hand slips through the strands of her hair, stroking them.

“We’ll figure that out, okay? We’ll figure everything out, I promise,” I tell her.

She takes a deep breath, shaking slightly. But she doesn’t need help. She needs him. She needs him to stay, and I can’t do that for her. I can’t heal her from this. I can only sit next to her while she cries, watching her heart break piece by piece.

Chapter 84 – Uno

Val

One day. Our last day. The day I say goodbye.Wesay goodbye.

It’s like he only arrived yesterday, and I wish I could say it’ll be like tomorrow that he’ll come and visit again. But I can’t, because he won’t come back. He’s never coming back again. There is no more counting the days or finding breaks to see each other. No more saying the time will pass quickly until we’re able to see each other again. This is the end.

We arrive at Los Angeles airport at five thirty in the evening. Our luggage comes out fast, and it’s eventually time to leave. Leave the airport, but also take another step closer to leaving Lorenzo. His flight is early in the morning, so he has to leave at twelve tonight. Meaning today will be the last time I see him. Six and a half hours, that’s all I have left.

“Val, thanks so much for everything. I know the trip didn’t go exactly as you planned, but I’m still thankful, it was still the best,” Aurora tells me. I don’t think she knows about Lorenzoyet. Elias does, he said so. Lorenzo wouldn’t leave without telling him. But I don’t think Aurora knows.

I try to form a smile on my lips. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry it wasn’t what you thought it would be,” I apologize. She did nothing wrong, had nothing to do with anything, and the trip was ruined for her.

“Don’t worry about it. It was great, regardless. I hope you solve whatever’s going on.” Aurora picks up her luggage and drags it toward Elaina. They both wave and then leave.

I spin around, looking for Lorenzo and find him talking on the phone with someone. “Ellie, can you stay with Oliver for a second? I’ll come and get you,” I tell Ellie, who’s standing next to me. She agrees, then runs off to Oliver. I wait until Lorenzo drops his phone into his pocket before approaching him.

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