Una Cosa Più Grande ~ A Short Sprace Story

X ~ A Heartache and a Revelation

This is it.

Wow.

For Good is definitely a good song to listen to in this beginning part.

Here we go.

Enjoy! :)

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It takes an hour to get to Naples from Campania, and it takes a lot of time going through customs and security and whatnot, and a lot of time to just ... get ready in the morning; so once they get up they are determined to at least try and do everything in an orderly and timely fashion.

Now, they're at the airport, and it's getting close to the time where the passengers need to board the plan.

Now, it's nearing 11:00 am, when Sean's flight takes off.

They stare into each other's eyes lovingly, full of sadness.

Neither are ready to say goodbye just yet.

"So. This is it." Antonio states it plainly. They both know if he does anything else, they won't be able to take it.

"Yep." Sean's response is just as flat.

There are a million things Sean wants to say. But just what does he say?

He feels a lump in his throat. If this continues, he won't be saying anything. 

"Thank you," Antonio blurts out first. "Thank you for this week. This has been one of the best weeks of life. I wasn't planning on it happening--who could have planned on something like it? But ... gosh, I feel like I'm repeating myself like a broken record over and over again--I wouldn't change a thing."

"Me neither," Sean agrees whole-heartedly.

A small smile creeps up Antonio's face. "You've said that a lot too."

"Yeah." Sean smiles. "Yeah, I have."

That's when he realizes something. "Did we ever get each other's phone numbers?"

Antonio's eyes widen. "I don't think so." He whips out his phone. "Gosh you're such a genius--I had almost forgotten!" He opens his phone and hands it to Sean. "This'll be quicker."

Sean hands Antonio his phone and they type their phone numbers into each other's phones.

"I'm glad I remembered," Sean says as they hand each other their phones back. 

"Yeah, me too." Antonio bites his lip for a moment. "I don't know what I would have done if I had no way to get in touch with you."

"Me neither."

There's someone making a public announcement in Italian. It's too fast (and too distorted coming through the microphone) for Sean to understand, but Antonio flinches at it.

"What?" Sean asks urgently.

That's when the same PA is made in English.

"Flight 815 to New York is now boarding."

Sean looks at his ticket, wishing the numbers would scramble, or something.

It states clearly on the ticket that his flight is flight 815. 

And the gravity of the situation hits him.

His flight is boarding now.

He needs to board the plane.

He looks back up at Antonio, knowing Antonio has come to the same revelation.

Sean closes his eyes. He knows it won't stop his eyes from beginning to water, but he stubbornly holds on to the idea that it will. He exhales deeply and opens his eyes. It appears Antonio is having the same problem.