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WESTLIFE NESTA NOITE DE QUINTA-FEIRA ESPECIAL 30/07 /26

Mark Feehily

A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL CAME DOWN TO LIGHT UP MY LIFE…

was great to see how popular CNCO was for a brief period. Not gonna lie though - a lot of groups I've never heard of!

She recalled that memory like it was yesterday. She wasn't into people who only looked to use others for the sake of fun but somehow Mark just got her there and then. Of course, fortune does tend to favor the brave as it had done on that very occasion. Early the next morning Vickie got up around 4am to finalize her packing. She had already picked up the ticket and spoke to a storage company about all her stuff. Therefore, for the time being she didn't have any further worries. She had also gone `round to Mark's house to drop off her long letter. Vic took her bags out to the front door and as she placed them on the floor, a knock came. “Who is it?” she called, a little confused as to why anybody would be here especially at such a forsaken hour. “Me,” replied Mark, Vickie froze in her spot. Cautiously she un-locked the door and pulled it open slightly. There stood Mark, looking terribly scruffy in his clothes from yesterday his eyes showing obvious signs from lack of sleep. “Mark, what are you doing here? You should be at home resting. There isn't much more you and I need to say.” She answered. “You set all of this up, didn't you?” he demanded suddenly. “What? Don't be ridiculous! I can't believe you're being this stubborn. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my other bags,” she added turning away from Mark and hurried back upstairs to her bedroom. When she got there, Vickie took one last look around before picking up her last bag; but completely overcome with sadness and broke down in tears. Mark, whom was in the living room at the time, heard her cries. “Vic?” he called up the stairs. Worried, he went up to see if everything was all right. He got to her bedroom, looked in and there was Vickie standing off to the side closest to her wardrobe one hand still clutching her bag, her other hand covering her face. “Vic what's wrong?” asked Mark moving to her side. He removed the hand covering her face he saw just how upset she was. “I'm sorry,” she said. “Oh, don't worry about that now. Maybe you are right and the timing isn't right just yet. All good things take time we know that” he replied. “I know. It's…just…what if it doesn't-” “No don't say it.” He remarked shaking his head. Vickie managed a half-hearted smile. “Thank you.” Mark nodded giving her hug. “No problem. So, shall we get moving? You wouldn't want to miss the flight,” he added and she agreed. He took the bag from her and headed out of the room with Vickie following in silence. Mark stopped his car outside the front entrance of the departure gate; neither he nor Vickie made any inclination to move. “Vic-” “Don't Mark. I'm already having a hard time trying to deal with this.” She said cutting him off immediately. “How long?” he faced her. “I don't know and that's the truth,” she said. Undoubtedly, she didn't like to say those words because she had some strong feeling it may never happen again. “Time will tell I know for sure as you do. It could be a couple of weeks, months. But we can't let it go to waste,” she added he nodded with a smile. “Definitely not. Look Vic just…just look after yourself alright?” asked Mark. “Hey, you won't have anything to worry. I'm good as gold.” Vic replied confidently. Mark raised his eyebrows skeptically trying to hide his mischievous smile; Vickie glanced away, preferring to turn her attention to the scene outside. “You know, I'm really going to miss this. I've had such a great time here. From the very first day Nicole and I moved here,” she said. Mark noted the sympathetic tone in her voice; he had to hold himself back from asking her to say. Instead, he chose to do what he could to reassure. “If I were you Vic, I wouldn't get too concerned. We'll come by to see you and vice versa.” He replied, gazing towards her she left her gaze on the activity.