That was all that was clouding my mind since the moment I woke up this morning and slipped out of the bed, and then out of the ind. Addison was still asleep this morning when I did that, and I had wanted to wake her at first to let her know that I was leaving, but I ended up deciding against it cause I was certain that once she stared at me with those eyes of hers, I’d be unable to get those


    words out.


    I was fully aware that it was selfish of me. After all, I was supposed to be her strength there at the wedding today, and someone who could distract her once she started getting sad at the wedding. But after getting what I needed for my goal, I had no reason to still stay behind there.


    But why was I still in Italy right now?


    I was supposed to have gotten back to LA at this point, however, despite leaving the ind this morning, I found myself driving towards everywhere but the damned airport. I felt so mad <i>at </i>myself that I was feeling this way right now. A part of me assumed I was feeling this was cause I was aware that I used her in my own game, but I used a lot of people in my life, and I’ve never felt guilty before, which is why this feeling of guilt was still something surprising to me.


    It was at the front of my mind to call her, since the day fully broke and I was certain she’d have woken up and have already discovered that I was gone. But I had kept convincing myself agsinst doing that, while reminding myself I didn’t owe her any exnations so the call was gonna be


    unnecessary.


    However, it’s been hours. Right now, the sun was retreating behind the clouds, and I was still regarding my phone with a sharp intensity, still contemting calling her to ask if she’s alright, and if she survived the wedding without breaking down.


    Again, I shook my head, reminding myself to not do that because it wasn’t needed anymore. At this point, the wedding is undoubtedly almost over, so it was pointless for me to check in and provide an excuse to her at this point. I’d just tell Gregg an emergency came up once I get back to LA, he’d undoubtedly understand. However, I wasn’t sure why this guilty feeling won’t go away, and why I just won’t drive over to the airport.


    I should have really hired a driver. If I had done that, the driver would have driven me over to the airports without stalling ridiculously.


    Since when did I even get this ridiculous?!


    I let out a sigh as I got out of the car and dragged a hand over my face, and then I stared into the orange sky. The sky looked so pretty right now, and it reminded me of Addison. Sometimes herrge eyes reminded me of the sky, they were as beautiful as the sky is right now.


    2:24 pm


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    On realizing that I was thinking about Addison right now, I let outst sigh before wrenching the car open and grabbing my phone, then I closed the door and leaned away from it. As I opened my phone and scrolled through the notifications, I noted that there was no text or call from Addison, indicating that she was furious as hell. In my mind, an image of her furious face materialized. Her nose scrunch up in such an adorable way that always made meugh each time.


    I shoved that thought away, scrolling past missed calls from my parents and brother, and that made me scoff. They made it clear that they didn’t want me around, so I wondered why they all called me today. There was no calls from Gregg and I assumed this means Addison was yet to inform him. that I bailed out on her.


    I pulled up Addison’s contact. I had resaved it as ‘bunny‘ at a certain point, and now, my thumb hovered over the call button. I want to call her, to confirm that she’s alright, that was all. I hated to admit it, but I was worried about her. I figured that was because of this guilt I was feeling right now.


    Perhaps after calling and confirming that she was fine, I’d be able to let go of this ridiculous guilt, then I’ll be able to finally get to the airport and board a fucking ne like I should have done since morning.


    Before I could change my mind, I clicked on the call button and pressed the phone against my ear, my steady heartbeat slowing down.


    I wasn’tpletely shocked when she didn’t answer the call. After all, I know she was undoubtedly mad at me. I wasn’t gonna apologize, cause I don’t think I did anything wrong. I was just gonna check in on her, ensure that she was alright, then that was it.


    She didn’t ept the call the second or third time, and I felt myself start to get annoyed.


    No one ever ignores my calls. Not even my father who’s trying to teach me a lesson. Should I ever call him, he picks it up on the first ring.


    Feeling annoyed, I shoved my phone into my pocket and got back into the car, then I finally drove to the airport. After parking the car in where it would get picked upe morning, I hesitated before stepping out, and hating myself for wanting to do this again but unable to help myself, I fished my phone out from my pocket and called Addison one more time.


    No answer.


    “Fucking hell…”


    I opened our messages and shot her a text.


    Zane: answer the damn calls


    She read the text almost immediately, confirming that she itbirrr those calls on purpose, and the irritated feeling within me tripled.


    She started to type in a response instantly.


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    Bunny; fuck you, Zane.


    I rolled my eyes this time. She’s definitely mad at me.


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    But why is a smile tugging at the sides of my lips right now like that was a good thing? It was something that was supposed to make me feel more annoyed, but unfortunately i thought of her angry face which looks cute as hell.


    I typed in a response after that.


    Zane; just answer the damn call, I only wanna ask a few questions.


    Her response came a secondter.


    Bunny; go fuck yourself, Zane


    Bunny; you seriously bailed out on me today of all days?


    Bunny; seriously, go fuck yourself


    Bunny: don’t text me again


    I reread the text and rolled my eyes, then I typed in a single response,


    Zane: answer the call.


    When I called her this time, I thought she’d still ignore it, but I was surprised as hell, and pleased that she listened to me when she answered the call.


    Before even saying anything, I was already pulling out of the spot I had parked into, and getting into the road again.


    “Where are you? I’ming over right now.”


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