A Drop in the Ocean

Chapter 44

The next few months wore on.  I got a job at a local book store and worked diligently to learning Icelandic.  Aimie and I were camped out in the upstairs of our small house, and we did get a Siberian husky.  Her name is Irina, and she is absolutely wonderful.  She is a rescue dog and is blind in one eye with some scars on her face due to an accident, but we still love her the same.  I've picked up a few trades while I've been here.  Nina taught me how to knit.  I've knit myself a hat and a pair of mittens.  I'm currently working on a pair of socks for Mikal for Christmas, but he doesn't know about them, so shhh.  

It was November.  And I knew something was up as soon as Aimie came storming into my room.  

"They are headlining a few shows in London," she gasped, out of breath.  

"Who?" I asked.  Her vague excitement was something I was used to, but of course, it didn't help me understand what she was saying.

"The boys," she said, still excited.  I raised an eyebrow at her.  

"And?" I replied.  Her face split into a gigantic grin.

"I bought tickets," she said, pulling two small rectangular pieces of paper from behind her back, waving them in the air.  My eyes grew wide.  

"What?  Why?" I exclaimed.  

"Because, I haven't seen them play in a long time, and also, you need to talk to them.  I already bought plane tickets.  So, you better go.  If not, Nina already volunteered."  I gave her a sigh.  I had spent all my time avoiding them, and now she's throwing me under the bus.

"When?" I asked, giving yet another exasperated sigh. 

"November 27," she replied.  I shot up from my bed.

"That's in two weeks!" I cried.  

"I know.  I did that on purpose.  So now you can't stew over it for as long.  Good luck," she told me and walked out of the room.  I couldn't believe it.  

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It was the day.  November 25.  Aimie wanted to leave a little early.  And I didn't really want to leave at all.  But I also did.  I missed my boys, no matter how much I hated to admit it.  I missed the crazy.  The spontaneity.  The joy.  The sarcasm.  I missed it all.  And I really missed Luke.  I hadn't thought about it in a while, but this was all so real.  I was going to see Luke again.  Even if I didn't talk to him, I would see him with my own eyes once again.  I would be breaking a promise to myself.  But those are the easiest to break.  The promises to yourself.  Because you aren't held accountable. 

We drove to airport, and Aimie could tell I was stuck in thoughts.  I didn't speak much through the entire trip.  Luckily, it was only one flight.  No connecting flight.  No need to. Flying into London made me nervous.  Because every time I looked down at my phone to check the time, I was one minute closer to the life I had tried so desperately to leave behind.