Falling again

Saying Good Bye

*Jean*
     Today my best/ boyfriend is leaving to go to New York. Alex said he would call me and text me all the time but it won't be the same as just talking and hanging out. We have been best friends since third grade and always have been together.

Alex drove by my house before he left. He knocked and I started crying as I opened the door and fell into his arms life here would be so different without him here to help me. He said "Come on It won't be that bad. I'll call you and text you everyday." "Ya but it won't be the same as seeing you" I felt a tear fall on my should and abruptly he said "I have to go or I'll miss my flight" sweet and innocent I replied "you don't have to go, it's ok if you miss your flight". He did his cute crooked smile, kissed me and pushed me off of him I could barely stand.

He went and got something out of his truck wrapped in a blanket. He came up to my steps again and said "so you'll always remember me", "It will be kind of hard to forget you" I replied then he moved the blanket and sat a little Bernese Mountain Dog puppy with a bow around its neck. This was Alex and my dream when we were young to have one together. "You remembered " I managed to get out without crumbling to the ground, he said "It was kind of hard to forget". Before he left we hugged and kissed one last time and when I let go I felt a hole in my heart appear.

He drove off waving and I waved back and grabbed the puppy. It was so cute and reminded me so much of Alex I didn't know what to name it so I waited until Alex called me when his flight landed.

"It's been 10 hours has he landed yet my god this is going to take forever" I said to my self as I turned on the TV. I started flipping through the channels to hopefully find something good on for once. The News came on and I froze. The anchorman said "Plane Crash, the plane flight from California to New York today went terribly wrong. 100 dead, 40 wounded, and 60 missing.". My heart started beating rapidly I was thinking about other options. No it wasn't that flight he was on, he missed it because I kept him here longer than I should have, he could have been in that flight but he's ok just has a broken arm. EVERY THING WILL BE OK I said to my self so many times I lost track.

I called Alex, nothing.
Again, nothing.

I started freaking out. the puppy jumped on the couch next to me and tried to cheer me up but I ignored it. I would be able to love it if Alex died the same day as giving it to me.

I put the puppy in the bathroom with food and water, got in my car and drove to the airport. I bought a ticket as fast as I could so I could go in the airport past luggage claim. I ran to the New York section the airport was so barren no one was here although it was two in the morning. Thats when I asked the flight attendant who was checking tickets here around four in the afternoon. She said she was and I asked if she saw a man named Alex Rodger get on. She started looking through the little trash bin that held the tickets and I dumped in out on the ground and started going through it with her. Then I found it Alex Rodger flight time four pm. I got up asked her for sure that this was the plane that crashed she said "yes why is there a problem?". And I said my "my best friend since third grade" she apologized and I got up said nothing else and just left.

When I got home the news was still on. It was starting naming off the people who have died in this accident
"Rene Smith, Josh Cook......." After half an hour past they were done. Alex's name wasn't said. Then they started saying wounded "Rosa Rodriguez, Sarah Evans, Alex Rodger..." I started crying when I knew he was alive. I went up to the bathroom grabbed the puppy and we drove to the hospital where they were keeping the wounded.