I never got things for free. I have always had to work for the things I wanted. Ever since I was even  capable of doing things my parents made me work. Work for new clothes. Work to see my friends. Work to watch television. Unlike everyone else I knew I was the only child whose parents didn’t just treat them with a little something. I did not have my first iPad until I was thirteen and my first phone until I was sixteen. Money was never a problem to my family and it probably never will be, trust me. People used to ask me “Alice Jade, why are your parents so strict?” My parents, well they are pretty wealthy and they just did not their daughter to grow up spoiled and not knowing basic things and  I thank them for that now.

Now that I am an adult, people would expect my mindset to be like all work and business. It does mostly consist of that but thanks to my best friend, Willow Comisa it is not. Without her, I would always have a straight face and not have my ‘hundred dollar smile’.  My parents gave me the side of myself that is super into work and that’s why I have been working so hard to reach my career goal.

I have been trying to work towards getting a promotion. I have been the secretary of my sharp rich CEO boss, Nathan Peltzek for three and a half years and I’m  finally getting an upgrade. I mean, I am still his secretary but I am getting my own office, a really high raise and, a more powerful position businesswise. The one and only con is that Peltzek Corporation

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headquarters is moving all the way to London in the UK and I live in Chicago. Luckily, even though Mr. Peltzek is basically soulless he knows to schedule and notify people before a busy time. I respect him even though he is a bit manipulative but, I was seriously shocked when I first heard the news and though I was, of course I took the job. I have dreamed of that moment for a long time. It was probably one of the best things that have happened to me.

But things have changed.

The thing that I truly wish is for her to be okay. The best thing that would happen to me is if she got better. Im hoping. No, I’m praying.

I was so close to leaving. But things have changed.

I should have actually been in London right now sipping my tea, eating my croissants and looking at the sunshine while sitting in my own aesthetic office. If someone had told me that I wouldn’t be sipping my Darjeeling tea I wouldn’t believe them or I’d think they’re trying to sabotage me then I’d either immediately jump to the assumption of them being a lunatic or me being somehow fired.

Now I’m wondering and thinking about why this has happened. Do I deserve this? Does she deserve it? Anyone looking into my thoughts would think I’m being selfish but i'm not. I am horrified and can’t stop myself from thinking of all the negative possibilities. I cannot imagine my life without her. But I also can’t stop myself from thinking of all the negative possibilities because of me staying.

I look around the environment and my eyes and nose both burn because of the pungent hospital scent. My back and bottom ache terribly because of the stiff waiting room benches.  I’ve

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been waiting here and have been staring at the depressing pale interior walls for at least six or seven hours.  If I hadn’t got the phone call at the that moment I did. I remember vividly, me standing on top of an ebony plane staircase. Getting the phone call. Rushing to the hospital. It all still seems so surreal. It’s feels like I'm sleeping and can’t wake up from this nightmare, but I have to stay strong.  Even though waiting is so painful, I have to bear it and wait.

My dark brown hair swings while I rush to the doctor who is coming out of  room forty-three, which is one of the operation rooms. “Sir, Doctor is she okay? Is she awake? Can I see her?” I frantically splutter. The man in the white coat looks at me restlessly. “Calm down, Darling. Your friend is all right, just keep calm because you cannot see her at this moment. She was just moved from the emergency care unit into the operation room. She’s tired but she still needs surgery.”

I put my hands on my heaving chest and let out a breath of relief. “Thank, God. I was… I am still scared.” The doctor looks at me again. “Don’t worry, We’ll take care of her.”

He smiles then he walks away, leaving me alone once again. “Oh, Willow.. Please be okay.”

After hours of waiting the surgery was finally done and the procedures went nicely. Willow will awake soon and then be out in a week or two.  The doctors let me see her and I just sighed sadly. She has dozens of bandages and casts, some of her injuries are sure to leave scars but, she’s still fine. I should be happy she’s okay but only one selfish thought keeps crossing my mind and it is that I can still make it. I can still get to the airport, Nathan wouldn’t have left. He didn't. He called me to tell me that he went back one of his mansions because he wanted me to go with him. He’s actually a really kind fellow. I know I shouldn't be thinking this way but I

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can’t help it. I said her being happy and alive and not hurt was the only thing I need and I just feel so horrible that it isn’t.  

I look back into the window of the hospital room and put my fingers on the glass. It has been my dream forever, though. My feet start moving to the exit with my suitcases.

I’m sorry. I arrange a taxi to the airport and text Mr. Peltzek before I can stop myself. I’m so sorry.  I look out the window at the foggy dewy atmosphere and the sunrise with mixtures of pink, red orange and yellow until I arrive at my destination.

I’m here, I can’t look back now. I step out then get out my luggage. I go back to the ebony plane I was going to leave in day before yesterday. I get assisted with my stuff and I sit down in the cushiony burgundy seats. I look out the window.

I’m sorry. The engine roars and the plane sets off to a place on the other side of the world. I look down at my hands and as I close my eyes, tears fall.

I’m sorry, please forgive me.  

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Well crap., Alice..