My heart feels heavy as I sit down in one of the seats by the gate, my mind automatically replaying the last time I was on a plane. It was with Gray, and I was heartbroken then, too.
It didnât feel the way it does now, though. Back then, it was the betrayal that pained me. This time⦠this time itâs thatâs killing me. Itâs the memory of him, the love I still carry deep within. Boarding this plane doesnât feel like a fresh start like it did then. No. Now it feels like Iâm leaving my heart behind.
A tear runs down my cheek, and I canât help but wonder if Iâm making the right choice. I stayed for weeks even as he pulled away, giving me no indication that he wanted me with him. Should I have stayed nonetheless? I want to be there for him, but my presence only seemed to be an additional burden to him.
All of my doubts and insecurities melt together, making me second-guess everything. I truly thought Grayson and I could get through anything together. That our love was strong enough to carry us through the darkest days. I was wrong.
Iâm snapped out of my thoughts when all the lights at the airport suddenly flicker. Every screen in the vicinity goes dark, only to be lit up with an image that has me freezing in shock. I stare up at the video of Grayson with wide eyes.
âAria?â The sound echoes through every speaker, and my jaw drops. All around me people stare up at the screen, most of them as shocked as I am. Whatâs going on? Grayson pulls on his tie and stabilizes the camera. The video seems to be streaming from a mobile device.
âDonât get on that plane. Iâm begging you, Aria. Iâm begging you to stay. Iâm on my way to the airport right now,â he says, glancing at his watch. âI know youâll start boarding within the next ten minutes, but I beg of you, donât get on that plane.â
He runs a hand through his hair, his expression pained. âAria, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and letting you go was the worst thing I ever could have done. Itâs only been a few hours, and I can truthfully tell you that these are the single worst hours of my life. I thought I was doing whatâs best for both of us, but I was wrong. I was so wrong, baby. My fear of hurting you blinded me to the pain I put you through, Ari.â
Grayson sits up, seemingly urging whoever is driving to go faster. âI love you,â he says. âI love your smile, your wicked intellect, your heart. I know I donât deserve you, Aria⦠but Iâll spend every waking moment for the rest of my life working on being a better man. That still might not be enough, but Aria, I swear, if you give me a chance, Iâll never stop trying. Iâll never stop doing whatever I can to make you happy, to make you smile.â
The camera shakes, and Gray appears to be on the move. âI know Iâve hurt you. I know you think I donât care, and that I didnât notice you in the last couple of weeks. Baby, have a look at the contents of my phone.â
The screen flashes with what must be hundreds of photos of me, one after the other. Some are of me at work, some at home. Theyâre all photos of me doing the most mundane things, all of them taken without me even realizing it. There are photos of me doing simple stuff like working on my laptop at home, some of me standing by the coffee machine at work, then there are selfies of the two of us, with me asleep on Grayâs chest.
âIâm desperate, clearly, because at this point, I donât even care about the world knowing how obsessed I am with you. Iâm so fucking in love with you. Even when my fears were at their height, and I was convinced youâd leave me, I wanted to capture these moments to cherish for the rest of my life. But you know what, Aria? The memories arenât enough. I need you. I love you so much that life has no meaning without you, and I know you love me, too. I know it, Aria. I know you do, and thatâs enough. So long as you love me, weâll make this work. Iâll do anything to have one more chance. I know Iâve hurt you, but Iâll spend the rest of our lives earning your forgiveness.â
Thereâs a commotion around the corner, countless people murmuring and stepping aside, revealing Grayson walking up to me. His eyes meet mine, and he puts his phone away, the video cutting off.
âAria,â he murmurs, pausing in front of me. He grabs my hands and holds them tightly. He sinks down to his knees and looks up at me. âIâm begging you. Please stay. Iâm not asking you for your forgiveness. All Iâm asking for is a chance to earn it.â
I look into his eyes, completely thrown. âGrayson, why are you here? Why now? The screens⦠what were you thinking?â
Everyoneâs eyes are on us, and countless phones are pointed at us too. I glance around, flustered.
âYou turned your phone off, and I was scared youâd get on that plane. I had no choice. I couldnât let you go. I couldnât care less about the repercussions Iâll face for hacking into the airportâs systems.â
My heart twists painfully, and I swallow hard. âYouâve been letting me go for months now,â I whisper, and he shakes his head.
âNever, baby. I know it seemed like that to you, but I never stopped loving you. Will you give me a chance to prove it? Iâll do anything.â
I stare at him, trying to assess his sincerity. The desperation in his eyes; that canât be fake. âCan you promise me youâll communicate with me? Promise me youâll actively work on overcoming the challenges weâre facing. I donât think thisâll get better without therapy, Gray. Promise me youâll do whatever it takes, that you wonât shut me out again when things get hard. Promise me, Gray.â
I expected him to hesitate, but he doesnât. He nods and tightens his grip on my hands. âI promise. Anything you want me to do, Iâll do. All I want is to be a better man for you, Aria. Thereâs nothing I wonât try. Please, just tell me youâll stay.â
The pleading look in his eyes has my heart racing. Iâve doubted him for weeks until I was certain we were at a point of no return. I thought he gave up on us. But maybe itâs not only his vision that was clouded by insecurity and fear. Maybe it was mine too.
I smile at him, my eyes filling with tears. âThen yes, Grayson. Iâll stay.â