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not!” he quickly exclaimed to her, “I’m not, babe.” He shook his head, more at himself than her. “I hate that I have you thinking I’m going to break up with you. It’s not that. It’s just I hate the fact that I have to leave you behind and plot carefully when I’m going to see you. That isn’t fair.”
    “Love isn’t fair,” she spoke back lightly, her fingers playing with her hair in a nervous act. “This isn’t easy, but love isn’t supposed to be and I have every bit of faith that we are only going to be stronger when we are finally reunited. Just imagine that day,” she optimised dreamily, her thoughts swirling with their reunion. “Think how amazing it will feel to know that we’ll be together again for good. For now we’ll have to put up with the weekend meetings and Skype chats.”
    Connor looked at her, really looked at her and saw how much she believed this would work, “Well we are now down to nineteen weeks.” He grinned at her, “Plus, you might have text me yesterday about you planning a trip down here next week or the week after. What do you have planned?
    Amber just gave him a wickedly seductive look, and bit hard on her lip.
    "You'll have to wait and see, baby." She watched him as he turned lightly and shooed someone away. What the-?
    "I thought you had your own flat in London, babe?" Amber asked with curiosity, her paranoia strengthening.
    He looked everywhere but at her and nodded his head. "I do, baby. That was a friend from work, we're having dinner together."
    She couldn't help but sit back as the stab of jealousy ran through her veins. "I wish I was having dinner with you," Amber whispered and wiped the silly tears away from her eyes.
    "Hey, no crying," he commanded at her through the screen. "I just wanna hold you in my arms. My beautiful, Amber." He dipped his head and held it in his hands. "This is hard for me too, Amb, I miss you so much." His hands rubbed his face and he ran his hands through his hair. "Listen, babe, my dinner’s here. I'll text you goodnight okay?"
    Amber held her neck and nodded gently. All she wanted was to run her fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to hers.
    Connor sighed, "We'll Skype in a week again babe, okay?"
    "You're leaving me again? I'm fed up of this already, Con." She tied her hair up into a ponytail in frustration, her makeup and hair a waste of time. She spent most of the afternoon preparing to see him through Skype.
    "Baby, please. I'll text you later okay?" Connor tried to soften the blow of their current situation.
    To avoid any argument with him she nodded her head in approval and ended the Skype call in anger. Her mobile vibrated beside her and Connors name flashed across it.
    "Fuck off," she muttered under her breath, but relented and swiped the screen of her phone to answer the call.
    "I thought dinner was waiting, Connor?" she said in frustration pacing her bedroom.
    "Amber please you're being ridiculous. I'm sorry it couldn't last longer, but please, baby, I'm still me and just think of seeing me soon, I'll be there for you, angel, you'll be back in my arms." He sighed through the phone. "I'll be able to kiss my girl again."
    She held in the tears and wandered downstairs and searched for a bottle of wine. "Okay, go have fun. I miss you."
    "I miss you too, baby. Have a good night. I love you so much."
    She clenched her eyes shut at his words and let out a shuddered breath. "I love you, Connor. Be good, baby." She ended the call and pulled out a wine glass from her cupboard. Unscrewing the cap of the wine bottle she let the tinted liquid fill the glass quickly.
    The moment the wine hit her taste buds she swallowed the large gulp before taking another. He had someone with him. Someone he didn’t want her to see. How was she was supposed to react? He barely had time for her, barely spoke to her, and now rushed her off after shooing someone away from the camera. What was she supposed to think?
    Grabbing the closest surface,