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Chapter twenty-four

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I don't want to say goodbye." I say against Grayson's chest, letting the tears soak into his black sweater.

He holds me tighter, placing his chin on my head. I don't know when I'll see Brody again. It could be months or even years for all I know.

"I know you don't but he'll be safer." Grayson tells me softly, he rubs circles on my back to try and calm me down. I can hear Brody's suitcase making a noise so I pull away from Grayson.

I look down as I walk towards Brody. I don't want to look him in the eyes. I might just break down in front of him.

"Phoebe, look at me." Brody demands softly, placing his index finger on my chin and makes me look at him.

Tears make their way up and before I can stop them, they fall down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I know I said I wouldn't cry but I might never see you again." I tell him avoiding eye contact with him. He takes a shaky breath in before he pulls me into a warm embrace.

He kisses my forehead before he pulls me away.

"I love you Phoebe Mcwalters." He whispers before he hands me over to Grayson, who embraces me once again, I'm not sure how long we stayed like this before I pull away.

I scan for Ethan, but I find him quickly, he's looking at me with a sad smile.

"Hey." I smile back, I probably look like shit with my swollen eyes and red nose.

"Do you wanna go get coffee or ice cream?" He asks with a warm smile and I nod my head at his offer.

"I want both." I state and he laughs at my demand but doesn't argue with me.
We start walking to the coffee shop that's placed inside the airport.

I stop and turn around to look at Grayson.

"Are you just gonna stand there all day or are you going to come and join us?" I ask rolling my eyes, his face lights up when I invite him along with us.

We walk into the coffee shop and the waiter takes us to a table for four.

"Hi, my name is Danny, I'll be your waiter today. Would you like to order anything or should I come back in five?" The waiter who is British, asks us

"I would like a Cafe Mocha and these idiots will have their plain black coffee thanks." I order off the menu, my eyes widen at how rude I sounded.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude, it just came out." I ramble on, panicking.

"It's alright, you're not nearly as bad as the customers I normally get. You've apologized so like you're not rude at all and I'm probably talking to much. It's a British thing, I'm sorry." He speaks a little to fast but he's really cute though.

"Are you gay?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it, my eyes widen at what I've just done.

"Yes I am, if that is a problem, I can always get you a new waiter or waitress-" I cut him off immediately.

"I love gay people, there won't be a need." I assure him and relief is shown on his face, he gives me a wide smile.

"I'll be right back with your order." He states before he hurries back in to the kitchen, bumping into things as well.