Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Spring

Art credit: aarlot_

3rd person POV:

T stood in front of his lifelong friend, tears stabbing the corners of his eyes asking to come out. Z wore a soft smile as he looked back at him. An invisible line separating them. Z was holding two suitcases with his back facing the departure hall. He never thought the day would come where they would have to separate. Sure one of their family's would go on vacation, but the other knew when they would be back. This time, the 'vacation' could last for a year, maybe three. It didn't help that their time zones were hours apart.

All T could think about was the distance, how difficult it would be to see Z, how unreachable he would become in a matter of minutes. He secretly wished that Z would change his mind at the very last second when he reached the boarding gates, but that was just another one of his high expectations, another one of his fantasies. He hated being cheesy, but it felt like just yesterday they were in middle school. How did they already graduate? How are they already going out into the 'real world'? Mind boggling questions just made T wonder if time hated him.

"Don't worry. I'll visit during the holidays, if I have freetime,"

Z can tell T is too in shock and in his own thoughts to start any sort of conversation. He just nodded in response, the air clogging his throat the only thing keeping him from crying.

"What did I tell you about not crying god dammit."

He lets go of his suitcases and walks over with his arms wide open welcoming T into a warm hug. The first tear fell, then another, then it became a whole waterfall as T tightened his grip on the back of Z's shirt, taking in as much of his comforting presence as he could before they said their temporary farewells.

They pulled apart, Z taking one last look at T's face in the real. Beautiful,even with his puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying. One last goodbye wave and he was walking to the boarding gates. This is where he was supposed to come back, right? The scene where he realizes he can't leave his home and that his dreams could wait, or that he can make new ones while staying with T.

As soon as Z was out of sight, T walked the opposite direction, dragging his feet with every step. Maybe now, maybe this is when he runs back, calling out for T, not having the heart to leave. Should T run back to him? Convince him to not go? Tell him to stay? He never noticed how desperate he could be, how pathetic he could be. Was this the start of the lowest point of T's life? It had to be, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He should've just gone to Europe with Z.

On the brightside, he'll be back for holidays...if he has freetime. What's that supposed to mean? He gets a full-time job? He won't have enough money? A...girlfriend? Ah shit.

'I miss him so much.' He thought to himself as he started running for the exit doors of the airport, wanting to get into the car as soon as possible.

More tears formed in his eyes and started falling down once again. He reaches the parking garage as he scrambles to find where he parked his car earlier, finally finding it after a minute of walking around. He gets into the driver's seat, slamming the door closed as he chokes out a sob, his eyes shut tight. His hands gripping the wheel as if he was never going to let go, his head hung down with his tears staining the hem of his shirt and his pants.

After ten minutes of crying, T calmed down and his breathing was stable which was probably a sign to hurry and drive home. His focus was completely on driving, not wanting his thoughts to wander off and start thinking about how much Z means to him. He built up all the sadness on the road then let everything explode once he opened the door to his house.

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Z sat in the airplane staring mindlessly out the window. Sighing in exhaustion as he checked the time, 12:17 am, the plane barely took off ten minutes ago. What did he have to do on a 10+ hour flight? He might as well just sleep it off and wait until he wakes up to decide how to spend his time.