Love that feller teller: A Miles teller fan fiction

Chapter 63

It's finally Friday. The last day of junior year. the whole day has been full of tears. Not mine of course. I don't cry when the school year ends. Actually I'm happy. No more waking up early, no more annoying people, no more SAT's, no more gross foods. No more Max. The last one is the one that I actually care about. But I'm so sick of crying. I don't want to cry anymore. I want to feel happiness again.

The bell rings indicating that junior year is officially over. I feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders. It's finally summer. I find Max and hug him.

"Congratulations" I say "you made it!"

"Thank you" he smiles and gives me a hug

"Are you ready?" He asks

"Yea" I say as I take his hand and we go to his car

The 30 minute drive to the airport feels like you're reloading a gun that is pointed towards you. It feels like you are supporting something that will hurt you so much, but for whatever reason you do it anyway. Maybe because you think it will be the right thing or just because you have no other option.

The gut wrenching 30 minutes consisted of unnecessary small talk. I guess we didn't want to face it. Not just yet.

When we finally got their, we did all of the checking in and baggage crap.

I refused to let go of his hand the whole time. I'm not wasting one more second with him. This meant he had to write with his left hand but who the fuck cares Max can do anything.

We slowly walk to the security line.

This is it.

This is where I have to let go.

I kiss his sweet lips for the last time. I don't want to taste other lips, I don't want to let go of these, but I will. I have to.

My arms hug him probably squeezing him a bit too tight. I'm never going to stop kissing this guy. Maybe that will solve all of my problems. I realize that I'm overthinking this way too much and just let myself go and enjoy this kiss. This wonderful kiss that somehow is telling him "goodbye" and "I love you" and "please don't leave" all at once.

His arms squeeze me pressing my body against his. Eventually we stop and we just stand their hugging. With absolutely no words but so many emotions.

I pull away not because I don't want to hug him, but because he's going to miss his flight if we don't stop.

"Thank you for making me so intensely happy. I am so grateful that I met you and that I could spend six months of my life with such an amazing person" I smile as the tears flow out

"It was all my pleasure" he smiles

He kisses my forehead

"I love you my princess" he says

"I love you too" I say about to burst

But I don't burst.

Instead, I let go of his hand and watch him as he fades into a crowd of anxious people. And just like that, he was gone.