When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Eight

{Jordan's pov}

I shakily packed my suitcase. It was currently almost three am on Friday morning.

I can't believe I'm actually about to fly across the world to see someone who probably doesn't even want to see me.

"I'm coming, Will." I mumbled as I threw a pair of wrinkled jeans into my suitcase. "Wether you like it or not."

When I finally finished packing I sat on my bed. I couldn't wrap my head around this.

He feels like me. He actually gets what it's like to feel what I do.

But at the same time that means he isn't okay. He's not alright and no one has been there for him.

How could I have left him like that?

God, I'm such a dick.

The first thing I'm going to do when I see him is give him a hug and say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left him.

I feel like I should call him again. No, he won't answer. Fuck. I sighed and laid down on my bed.

"William 'Kiingtong'," I chuckled, "how do you do this to me?" I sighed and counted the glow in the dark, stick on stars that I had on my ceiling.

Will's idea.

My phone was once again vibrating like no tomorrow as Twitter notifications illuminated the room.

'omg are you okay?' 'Jordan! talk to us!' So many were like this.

I can't just type out a tweet like "hey guys! yeah, I'm 100% not okay. I'm suicidal and I'm currently thinking of as many ways to kill myself as I can while I wait for my plane to fly to Will."

Why? Well-

1. I don't want everyone to freak out more.
And
2. That's more than 140 characters.

So, instead, I'm lying in my room watching the clock tick as music softly plays in the background.

"All you sinner stand up and sing hallelujah." I sang quietly to myself as the clock struck five in the morning.

I sat up and started to make sure I had everything packed, "Say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers." I sang.

The next part was my favourite for more than one reason. It's like it's describing Will and I. As well as that, it's just so beautiful.

"I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing
Stop thinking about the bullets from my mouth, I love the things you hate about yourself." I mumbled and walked into the bathroom again.

"Just finished a daydream. Who were you tryna be." I sang as I landed on the sink examining my face and it's horrendously noticeable features.

"Then the time for being sad is over. And you miss him like you miss no other. And being blue is better than being over it." I finished and decided to try and sleep for a while.

After an hour of laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling I sighed. "Just kidding." I laughed and sat up, "there ain't no rest for the wicked."

I looked at my phone, another text from Will? Okay?

"William😅💕: I hope you won't be disappointed when you get here." I read the text over and over again.

Why would I be disappointed? If anything he'd be the one who would be disappointed.

I raised an eyebrow and texted back "why would I be?" As I waited for my reply, I recounted the stars. My phone flashed again.

"William😅💕: because I'm not the same anymore, Jor." My heart skipped a beat, he hasn't called me Jor in forever.

I can't believe he remembers that. A smile crept its way onto my face as I wrote my reply.

"I can honestly say the same, William😅" I typed back.

I miss this boy so damn much.

My tall, skinny broken boy.

The broken boy with the nicest eyes.

I hopped on Twitter and typed my draft as I do every night.

"@xBayani: @Kiinqtonq I could never be disappointed in you."