PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

lv.i extra miles (2)

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Try as she might to settle down on the backseat of the cab, Charlie couldn't help the fidgeting of her fingers over her lap. She had just dialed his number for about two-three times already, but the line was always busy. She absent-mindedly shakes her legs on the floor, on tempo with the thudding of her heart inside her chest, while her eyes roam beyond the windows of the vehicle to the streets and fellow engine-operated automobile, as if by doing so, Harry would just instantly materialize right there and then. Of course, she's aware it's not the case.

Harry is probably seated comfortably at the back of his expensive limousine, popping a bottle of champagne with his colleagues for a job well done. They closed a deal with the Aviculars and now they're going back to their mother office to discuss their next move after the huge venture. He's probably celebrating right now.

She shakes her head and shuts her eyes, hating herself for being skeptical about him. Ever since the truth was revealed to her, she has started thinking of the worst about people...about him, in particular. Even then, she still couldn't stand the thought of not seeing him again. She should, at the very least, let him know that somehow, he still made an impact on her life. That all the good things he shared with her, everything he'd done while also concealing the truth from her, outweighs his act of lying. He had still been a good friend to her, the best even.

Though, she doesn't exactly know what she would do or say when she's finally faced with him. What matters now, for the meantime, is for her to catch him before he boards that plane.

Her mind race with uncertainty as the road stretches under her cab, mocking her just when she thinks they're already close to their intended destination. The cab stops, along with others who are stuck on the gridlock. The driver's muttered profanities are drowned out by the boisterous sound of the drizzle that's only getting stronger by the second. Charlie looks out the window, the sound of loud engine roaring overhead nudges her attention. She quickly reaches for a few bill inside her pocket. She only leans toward the driver to get his attention and sloppily places the cash on his lap. She ignores the driver's concerned scold as she takes off between honking cars, shileding her eyes from the downpour while navigating her way towards the airport just only a less kilometer away.

The vast rooftop of the structure comes into view from a distance, the rest of the entire structure is covered by other smaller buildings before them. She jogs the remaining length, partly because of the protesting rain, but mostly because she's eager not to make the mistake of letting Harry go with the hateful words being her last to tell him.

A tear rolls down her right cheek, mixing with the rain damping her whole face. The only thing that makes her crying obvious is the redness around her eyes. She couldn't imagine Harry leaving, whether or not he lied to her, she couldn't live a day with the torment of his absence...with only the ghost of his memory with her. She just couldn't. She already lost her parents. She couldn't allow Harry to just abandon her like they did all of a sudden.

Without a second to spare, Charlie runs towards the small steps of the airport's entrance. A large clustered mass of people roam around inside the vicinity, clutching their bags and their luggages in tow.

She gulps as her search for her lanky, model-like, with a head of brown curls special friend starts from her left to her right. The attempt proves to be a struggle as the place is so crowded, more so when an airport security halts her further steps into the check-in area. The man is wearing a black uniform that Charlie couldn't point out the difference from a waiter's, although, really, at first glance you'd automatically know he's working at the airport.