January 13th, 2021.

I was at the airport, waiting for my one way flight to London. It was harder than I thought it was going to be. Leaving, that is.

There was no change with Alexandra. She was still in a coma from what I've been told. I went to see her this morning before I left. For the last time.

I didn't cry, although I wanted to. I said what I had to say, kissed her forehead, took one last look at her beautiful face, and left for good.

Now, I was standing in JFK airport, making my way through customs to get to my fathers private jet.

Personally, I wanted to take the family one but I quickly realised that my mother was using it to travel back and forth to meet her lawyers. My next option had been to fly on a normal plane and go first class, but my father had other plans.

He said that he arranged his jet to take me to London immediately because he couldn't stand to see me anymore. I distinctly remember what he told me right before I left for the airport:

"I had to get rid of the girl somehow Sebastian, she was holding you back from your full potential. Just because I don't think of you as my son anymore, doesn't mean I need you to look good for my family name. You will graduate at the academy in London, you will get into a good college, and receive an diploma for business."

I ignored him completely. It's like as if all of my anger and depression have just disappeared. I feel numb. I don't have any feelings. I can't even say that I actually miss Alexandra right now.

I finished walking through customs and began my long walk towards where the private planes all stay. I walked passed the the different shops, some had a couple of Alexandra's favourite foods and perfumes. A heavy feeling began to press against my heart at the thought of her.

Huh, maybe I do feel something after all.

In the near distance stood a young couple smiling at each other as they kiss passionately. Before Alexandra, I would've turned my nose up at them and scoffed in disgust before walking in the other direction.

But now, I feel happy for them. Because if that was Alexandra and I, we would be excusing ourselves to the bathroom and going at it. I hope that they both know to cherish these small moments that they share together, because I sure as hell didn't. Before you know it, they're taking from you within the blink of an eye.

•••

"Mr Kingsley, the plane is ready," I heard a light airy voice say from above me as I sat on one of the chairs provided in the waiting area. I nodded wordlessly and stood up. Just before I walked through the doors and into the plane, I turned around one last time as if she would be running towards me, telling me she loves me, and we would both leave for London together, and leave the horrific society of the Upper East Side.

But this is no fairytale or romcom film that Alexandra loves so much. We're not one of those cliche couples that chase each other through airports. But still, my head looks back wishing that it was all some torturous nightmare that I haven't woken up from.

But like I said, this is no fairytale or romcom film. It's just a story about two people who fell in love. One loves too much, and the other not enough.

•••

It was a long flight to say the least. The flight attendants constantly asking if I needed anything, watching films that happen to be Alexandra's favourite. One of them that I personally did enjoy, was Sweet Home Alabama.

It made me laugh a couple of times I'll admit, the music too hard not to sing along to. I could see why she likes it. After watching it, I fell asleep for the remainder of the flight, my dreams being consumed by what Alexandra and I's life would be like in the future.

•••

I thanked the crew as I left the plane and entered Heathrow airport. Families were hugging and crying as their loved ones left for their flights, staff members rushing around. I looked around at the entrance and saw a man dressed in a suit, holding a sign that says my name on it.

I walked over to the man, shaking his hand and we both walked over to the car that awaits us.

"Mr Kingsley, your father has informed me to take you to the boarding school immediately," the driver, Colin, tells me as he began driving. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, put my AirPods in and drowned away my thoughts with depressing music.

I inwardly scoffed at my stupid plan of asking Alexandra to be my fake girlfriend for my parents to see that I actually have changed in order for me not to go to boarding school in London. And yet, here I am. It's sad really, that my plan never worked out after all. Alexandra got seriously hurt, Jeffrey died, Natalia and Lucas now have two beautiful babies, Evelyn and Nicolas are moving in together when they go to college, and here I am heading to boarding school for the last six months of high school.

It seems as if everyone is moving on with their lives except for Alexandra and I. I pray to whatever gods listen to me, that she will get the happily ever after that she's always wanted.

It was hard enough to say goodbye to Dumbo. That little guy is Alexandra's pride and joy, but her parents agreed to look after him until she comes home. If she comes home.

"Mr Kingsley, we have arrived at the boarding school. Do you want help with your belongings?" Colin asked me with a straight face. I shook my head no, muttering a thank you, and climbed out of the car to retrieve my bags.

The school was fucking ugly. It was covered in old grey and brown bricks, vines and moss of sorts weaving its way throughout the building. They had a soccer field and what I'm assuming is a lacrosse field. No American football, great.

"Are you Sebastian Kingsley?" A quiet voice asked me. I looked down to see a small scrawny boy, about 12 I'd assume. I grunted out a yes as the boy avoided eye contact with me.

"I'm Henry Fields, I was assigned to show you around the school," he told me with a shaky voice. It seems that we have to wear a specific uniform made up of black dress pants, grey blazer, white button up shirt, and a red and black tie. Jesus Christ, lord kill me now.

"Hey Henry?" I asked the small kid as I looked up to a couple of kids that were gawking at me. He squeaked out a 'yes' as I made direct eye contact with him.

"Fuck of," I spat at him as I made my way up the steps of the school. Henry visibly gulped and muttered a pathetic 'okay'.

"Well well, if it isn't Sebastian Kingsley," a deep voice spoke from behind me as I finally began walking down the long hallway of the school. I turned around to see who the person was.

"No fuckin' way," I laughed out in disbelief as I approached the boy in front of me. "Everett Kaine, my man how are you?" I asked my old friend as we did 'the bro hug'. He chuckled back at me, slapping me on the back.

"I'm good man. You will love it here bro, the girls have gone fit as fuck," he chuckled as he led me down a hallway to what I assume is dorm rooms. I nodded in response, not actually caring about other girls.

"You want to share a dorm with me, Kingsley?" He smirked at me as I smirked back. He closed the door of the two bed room, taking out some weed and lighter and passing it over to me. I hesitated slightly, knowing my past with drugs. I took it anyway, my new motto being 'fuck it'.

"So, tell me Kingsley. What did you do to piss your father off this time?" Everett smirked at me as we both began smoking the weed, laughing our asses off at our old childhood memories.

•••

Oooo twice in one day? I really should get my work done🤧

So, we have a little crossover with my new character Everett Kaine in my new book Until Death Parts Us. Let me know what you think.

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- Addy :)