The flight I’d booked to London this afternoon had been cancelled. And the other flights were fully booked. So I’d jumped in a taxi to Santander, but got stuck in traffic, so missed that too.
Then the next available flight was delayed, which meant I didn’t arrive in London until after 10 p.m.
It took ages to find a taxi that was willing to drive all the way to Sunshine Bay and now that I had, I was contemplating whether it would’ve been faster to walk, because the driver was literally crawling down the motorway.
If he was doing less than thirty miles an hour it wouldn’t surprise me. At this rate we were more likely to be pulled over for driving too slowly. And I needed to get to Sarah before she went to bed.
Ihadto see her.
I’d promised I’d give her feedback in ten days and I wanted to honour that.
I pulled out my phone and winced. I was trying to save the last ten per cent of my battery to call her once I arrived.
Jackson had already told me that Sarah wasn’t staying at the flat, so there’d be no way I could get inside the B&B without calling her first. Ringing the bell would wake everyone up.
Perhaps it was better if I messaged to say I was on my way. I’d wanted to surprise Sarah, but I’d rather keep her updated than risk her thinking I didn’t care.
I unlocked the phone screen and just as WhatApp was about to open, the screen went blank.
‘No, no, no! Shit!’ I winced. ‘You don’t happen to have an iPhone charger, please, do you, mate?’
‘I cannot speak whilst I am driving,’ he muttered, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.
Was he even safe to be on the roads? He seemed incredibly nervous.
Two minutes ago I was worried if I’d make it to Sunshine Bay at some point this year. Now I saw what a nervous driver he was, I was concerned that I might not make it there at all.
Imagine if I never got the chance to tell Sarah how much I loved her.
A pain shot straight to my chest.
Theo was right. I was a fucking idiot.
I should never have left.
After that chat with him, everything suddenly made sense.
I loved Sarah.
That meant I had to try.
Of course there was a risk that I could get hurt, but if I stayed away and didn’t at least attempt to make it work, then the failure rate was guaranteed to be one hundred per cent.
How had I not realised this earlier?
And yes, Sarah was incredible and deserved the best. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t enough for her. On the contrary, it meant I was perfect.
I knew without a shadow of a doubt that no one would treat her better than I would.
No one would support or love her more than I could. I’d make sure of it.
My ex dumping me didn’t mean I was worthless. It just meant thatshedidn’t see or appreciate my worth. But Sarah did.
I was a decent guy. And I was determined. Once I set my mind to something, I’d do everything I could to make it happen. So it didn’t make sense for me to just give up without a fight.
If I told Sarah how I felt and she said it was too late, then at least I could walk away knowing that I’d done my best. And I couldn’t ask for more than that.
After I’d spoken to Theo, I knew I had to do something to win Sarah back. But when I’d finished reading the ending of her book outline, everything was crystal clear. I knew what I had to do. And I knew how the story would end.
