I make it all the way outside the airport without anyone stopping me.
And, unfortunately, without realizing I've probably just ruined whatever chance I had of getting to Atlanta tonight.
There's no way I'm going back to that gate. I can't. I can try to get another flight on another airline, but judging by my luck the first time around, the chances of that happening are pretty slim.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Luca just declared his love for me in front of a ton of people and cell phone cameras and I ran.
I slump down onto a bench, burying my face in my hands. He didn't just pour out his feelings - he told everyone the truth about our relationship. He undid two years' worth of lies in a single moment, and I feel as if I've been laid bare in front of the whole world. My perfectly crafted public persona is gone, just like that.
The back of my neck prickles. He's found me, I can feel it.