Kim's POV

"Are you excited to go back home?" Ashley asks me as we sit around the dinner table for one last time. This was it - it was the last day I would be sitting with him, having dinner with him. Maybe - just maybe; she would be having dinner with me after tonight.

"Yeah, I'm a bit homesick" I smiled weakly - truth be told; I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go to America; I was scared. Scared she wouldn't come with me

"Did Cheryl tell you then?" My heart almost dropped - my eyes instantly darting to a very quiet Cheryl; she has yet to utter a single word this whole day. She'd tense up when I'd touch her, repeating 'someone will see' I knew there was more to this than I led myself to believe

"Oh what's that?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked with Cheryl's pleading eyes

"I'm being transferred to play for Spain" My world had come crashing down, my heart had stopped - I knew right then and there Cheryl and I were no more.

"O-Oh wow.. I guess Cheryl must have forgot to tell me. You're going to be amazing" I smiled as best as I could; but I knew Cheryl could see past it - she knew how upset I was

"I better get to packing, suddenly I'm not very hungry anymore. Excuse me-" I said getting up

"Congratulations again, you and Cheryl are going to love Spain" I tried my best to keep the tears in - I had to be strong; she played me. I made sure to lock my bedroom door, I didn't want to see her, I didn't want to hear her. I needed to pack and I couldn't wait to go home.

The tears were now freely spilling down my cheeks as I ran around my room throwing everything into my luggage. I wanted to leave right now! I wanted to leave all the memories behind. Even as I sit in this room, her smell still lingers the air - her voice still echo's the room.

I hate her, I fcking hate her! I was sobbing into my hands - how could I have been such a fool! Of course she wouldn't leave her husband, after everything I did for her - I loved her with every piece of me. Sadly I had lied to myself to believe that she felt the same.

She didn't come to my room, she's a fcking coward! She know's exactly what she has done - and now she's too afraid to face me! I placed my luggage beside my door getting everything ready for my early flight

I cried myself to sleep that night, clutching onto the pillow she once laid on - inhaling her sweet scent. I was weak for her, I was stupid and in love.

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Kim's POV

The sun was out that next morning, I laid on my bed looking out at the stream on light that beamed through my closed curtains. I felt so used, I was so down about the whole situation. I wanted to get the hell out of here.

I took a quick shower, changing into some comfortable clothes for my long flight home.. Home, what a strange word to say - I never felt home when I was there. It's time for me to move out and find a place on my own, where I could call it mine - and the term home would feel right.

I dragged my luggage down the stairs, knowing Ashley wasn't home - but she was here, I could smell her - feel her in the atmosphere

"Kimba?" She whispered, I was stood by the door waiting for the driver to make his appearance. I turned around seeing her in casual clothes - not an ounce of makeup.

"Is there something you needed?" I said coldly - seeing she still had yet to say anything

"I'm sorry" She whimpered, her eyes tearing up - I believed her, but I still couldn't stand the sight of her

"And.. Why are you telling me this?" I asked bluntly - she was taken back by my tone; she's never seen this side to me. I didn't ever think it would ever come to this

"Because I love you" She said letting a sob escape her lips - I wanted to run to her; hold her in my arms and tell her how much I loved her, how much I will always love her

"You can't love two people at the same time Cheryl!" I spat, my voice raising with aggression - I wanted to smack some sense into her

"I love you! I love you Kimba I swear I love you!" She cried running over to me; falling straight to the ground and wrapping her arms around my legs repeating the words 'I love you' over and over again. The sound of the car horn - making everything all real again; I was close to giving in, but then I remembered I was the only one getting on this flight

"I'm not sure I believe you anymore" I whispered, prying her hands from around my legs and grabbing my luggage leaving her crying on the marble floor calling out my name to go back to her. I love you too Cheryl - but it's not enough.