"Don't leave me." She cried out, clinging onto my shirt.
"One phone call that's it."
She let go but not completely.
I stared into her brown eyes that I have come to love along with everything else about her.
"You'll be right back?" She asked.
I nodded my head, "I'll be right back."
She sat down in one of the many seats surrounding us then laid her purse in her lap.
I took the time to admire how beautiful and innocent she is, since being this will probably be the last time I ever get to see her.
She looked down playing with her fingers. I can tell she is just as afraid of loosing me as I am of loosing her.
She doesn't deserve this but there is no way in hell I deserve her.
Before leaving to "make a phone call" I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and handed her a twenty.
"There are some vending machines right over there." I said pointing to my left, her right.
"Buy you something."
She protested taking the money at first but after a few minutes I talked her into keeping it.
"I'll be back."
With that I walked out of the airport to my car.
Once I made it a mile down the road I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called the ole' prick.
"Carter-Carter is this you?" He asked frantically.
"Yea."
"Where is she?"
Something to my right caught my eye before I could respond. Her shoes.
I shook my head smiling. I'll never understand that girls obsession with being barefoot.
"Carter, answer me. You're digging yourself in a deeper hole each minute that passes."
"She's at the Arizona Airport."
I hung up before he could ask anymore questions.
