One Cup of Sugar || Sasha x Niccolo

28 - ...From a Thousand Miles Away

Sashas POV:

And just like that, he was gone. I didn't even remember the drive back to his place as I ended up at his house again. It felt weird. Different. Incomplete. I missed him so much already and it hasn't been more than a few hours since I saw him. I had gone days without seeing him before, but knowing he wasn't just a drive away made me feel sick.

I had called Connie the second I left the airport, making up some excuse that I'd be studying with friends all day so I could stay at Nic's house unbothered. The last thing I wanted to do was be a functioning member of society right now.

I was now laying in his bed and finally letting my emotions spill out of my eyes. I had held them back throughout a lot of the ride there in hopes I'd be able to keep it together until he left. The last thing I wanted to ever do was cry in front of him. I wasn't sure if he'd noticed, but if he did and chose to not say anything, then I was appreciative. He knew I would be upset if I cried in front of him.

I end up spending the entire day at his place, basically treating it like my own. I read, cried, missed him, and ended up making meals out of whatever food he had. The pantry and fridge were fully stocked like he somehow knew I would probably be over here a lot and wanted to make sure I was fed.

The thought made me smile, but I made a mental note to replenish everything before he got back. It was the least I could do.

It was around eleven now. His room was pitch black as I was in his bed, holding onto one of the white pillows like it could replace his warmth. I didn't know what to do other than cry. It wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't like he was going away and never coming back, it was only thirty-five days. I kept telling myself stuff like this as I cried, tears racing with one another down my cheeks and onto his bedding.

Maybe I was just gaslighting myself into thinking there was no reason to cry. I had a right to be upset. Going over a month without seeing someone who was a genuine source of comfort wasn't going to be easy. My anxiety was going to resurface as everything changed. I mean, I have spent the last two months with him almost every day. It became a routine where one of us would find some reason to see each other like we'd need an excuse to see each other in the first place. And now that was gone. He was a thousand-plus miles away and six hours behind me.

This wasn't to say that I didn't trust him. I did. I trusted him more than anything. I knew in my mind that I had nothing to worry about. My anxiety wasn't convinced though. She was the one crying right now, letting every nagging thought get to her. It was a mixture of anxiousness about both of us being lonely for so long that we'd get comfortable with it.

Being lonely for a long time makes you comfortable with it. What if that makes us not need each other's company anymore? Was the sole reason we saw one another because we were both lonely and in need of someone to spend time with?

Sure, I had Connie and Jean, but it wasn't the same as the company I had when I was with Nic. Nic understands me, and even if he doesn't, he listens. He tries to put the scrambled mess of my head back in place whenever I couldn't do it myself.

I know I said that Connie and Jean were my other thirds, but that might've changed to fourths.

My phone starts ringing from beside me, illuminating the room slightly with its bright light. I squint as I look at the contact.

Nic.

I don't hesitate to answer the phone immediately.

"Hey," I wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to hold it together as much as possible.

"Hey, sorry, the airport's service was terrible. I was trying to text you the entire flight and once I got off, but it kept failing." His voice floods my ears, sending me a bit of relief to know that he landed safely.