Identifying Sara

Chapter Thirty-Two

What feels like years later, I'm finally standing outside the airport gate waiting for that familiar face I fell in love with to come through the door. Actually it's only been a day, bot who's counting. Now it's around midnight and the plane just got in. Words can't even describe the excitement I'm feeling at the moment. I bounced on my feet, trying to shake the excitement out of me. Biting my nails is a habit I have never gotten myself into however, with all my emotions coming at me in different directions, it's a lot to take, and I had nothing else to do so I just bit my nails out of no where. It didn't help anything though, in fact, I found it quite painful, I don't even know why I kept doing it.

My father stands beside me chuckling every time a tiny squeal escapes my lips. He checks his watch for about the hundredth time since we've gotten here. "They should be coming out any second now." He says. I don't respond and keep my attention focused on that gate.

Suddenly, someone exits the door of the gate door. And then another, and another. They're getting off! Carson is seconds from coming out of that door and I need to be prepared. Truth be told, I don't think I am prepared mentally. My heart begins to race and my palms begin to sweat. My legs shake so I begin jumping again. Will he be happy to see me? Will he even want to talk to me? I hope he isn't angry with me. Our last words to each other didn't exactly go too nicely but I hope he is past it, or at least will want to talk it over. I examine every single face that comes out of that doorway, knowing exactly which one I'm looking for. And then, I see him.

His hair is messy and he looks like he just woke up. Small purple looking circles hang from the bottom of his eyes. I can't help myself; my eyes begin to water and when he moved away from the crowd of people exiting the plane, I run. I run right towards him, he sees me immediately and opens his arms. I shove past anyone getting in the way and jump right into Carson's arms throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, now crying instead of just having teary eyes. Carson's grip on my waist tightens. I grip onto his jacket burying my face into his shoulder, crying, laughing, a mix that makes an extraordinary noise.

"You don't know how much I missed you." He mumbles into my hair. I am still unable to speak and I know he can't see my face at the moment so I nod my head and keep my face hidden away in his shoulder. Though I do know. I know exactly what he means, I just think I might have missed him a bit more. He kisses my head and sets me down, but I don't let go of him. Not yet. I take one last inhale of the glorious scent lingering on his jacket before loosening my grip and stepping only a few inches away so we can move out of the way of the other people in the airport.

We walk over to my father who greets Carson with a very fake smile. It becomes awkward so I break the silence by declaring that Carson can spend the night at our house. I am overjoyed with excitement, however I don't forget that there are still things that need to be talked through. The whole car ride home I sat in the backseat with Carson, so close to him that I could be sitting on his lap. My father was mostly silent during the ride. I'm guessing it's because he knows it's time to get back to serious business. Things can't be calm and happy forever. Eventually some kind of event is going to come crashing down turning the mood from calm to chaotic. It'll come very soon. It always does.

When we get back to the house, it was quiet and dark. Carson and I walk up to my bedroom after saying goodnight to my father and watching him walk down the hall and into what looks like his office. I hope he isn't up all night working, thinking, whatever he is doing. If he does I just hope he won't be up forever. Carson set his duffel bag on the ground beside my desk and sat down beside me on my bed. I curled up to his side wrapping my arms around his waist, ignoring the silence in the air. I yawn which surprises me because it's strange to think I was so worked up about Carson's appearance that I forgot just how tired I am. Back home my sleeping pattern was pretty messed up at times and it sometimes wasn't regular for weeks, but now I seemed to have adjusted to England's time difference and now I feel my eyes drooping, the excitement and adrenaline has dimmed. Now all I can think about is sleep.