He pulled me into a tight embrace. Burying his face in my hair he inhaled deeply.
"Fuck... Your smell is..." he breathed.
I tightened my arms around him.
He was ready to say something but the speakers called the passengers for the next flight to Rome.
"Ave? Give me your razor," he murmured.
I pulled away frightened. "What?!"
"Your razor, skittle-babe. Hand it over," he repeated.
"No!" I shouted.
"Avery, please. I know you will feel the fucking urge to cut tonight."
"No, I won't," I lied.
"I know you better than that. You will cut because you stupidly believe you need me but you don't."
"J-Just leave, okay?"
"Avery," he said strictly.
"Leave!"
"As long as you not cutting is up to me, I won't leave!" he shouted back grabbing my wrists.
"Fuck, Tristan, let go!" I screamed as my eyes watered.
"S-Sorry," he muttered with pleading eyes.
"Just. Go."
"Avery I-"
I didn't stay to hear the rest of it. I turned around and left. My knees trembled and my whole body hurt. Even my soul was trying to escape my stupid self.
I turned around sniffling.
Come on! You can't let him go to another freaking continent after a fight. He used to be your everything, remember?
I took a deep breath and started running back to where Tristan was supposed to be.
"Tristan!" I yelled.
I started scanning the place frantically.
"Tristan!" I repeated louder.
"Ave!" he exclaimed.
I ran, threw my body into his arms and let myself cry.
"Don't cry, baby girl," he soothed, caressing my hair.
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