second chance?

.airport.

Georgia
City of Atlanta
5:30 am

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I knew the day before college was never going to be easy. The goodbyes, the cries,the packing of all your  life into one suitcase. At least that's what it seemed like to me, standing here in my empty room with nothing left but my small twin size bed with hello kitty sheets that i begged my mum to get me when i turned 10.
My life and purpose of living was shifting, my dream of Yale had come true but my dream of family had been demolished and completely destroyed, once again my thoughts were overreacting.

I had a 15 hour plane ride ahead of me, away from mum. My only hero in this world, when dad died she was there with me through the most ungodly hours of the night , when my ex left me she was at the door of my room with chocolates and tissues ready , when studies got hard she was there even if she didn't understand it herself. She was always there.

Here i was on my knees, mum in my arms as we both shed salty streams from the slots we call eyes. I don't want to leave her and she clearly does not want to let me go. But we both know this is right even though it tears our longing hearts apart. Our hearts sang melodies for one another, as if they were only complete when together.
She wasn't just my mother but my best friend and my other half.

i reminisced the last moments in this home hugged mum one last time and eventually left the house to my uber, forcing myself to not look back otherwise i would never leave and trap myself in my memories.
i know i sound over dramatic but one more look into my mums watering golden brown eyes i would've ran straight back into the house forgetting all about Yale.

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Georgia
Jackson Atlanta International Airport
6:20am
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The cold breeze caressed my skin as i made my way out of the uber and to get my bags. Reality hit me. Jessyca Leigh was on her way to Yale, I Jessyca Mae  Leigh was on my way to Yale.
i dreamt of this day but never believed of it ever becoming reality. I collected my ticket and gave in my heavy bags which left me with only one that was small enough to carry onto the plane.

I buried my nose into my book, taking in every word i read. I lost myself in books they distract from the real world, a good type of distraction.  This book has me particularly hooked on the romance aspects, which i usually find myself entertained in as romance has never been one of my friends.
My one and only boyfriend that i have ever had left me. I cant say i was truly heartbroken but it still hurt.
"Plane from Atlanta to Connecticut arriving in 40 minutes"

I have a problem of showing up for flights earlier than i should, better be early than late. At least that's what my mum told me, any function,party, event even weddings she would make sure we were one of the first people arriving. My mum has a urge and desire for punctuality if there was an illness she would definitely contract it. Punctualityitis.
I escaped my thoughts and focused back into my book. The words so elegantly pulled together wrapped around me like a tight blanket. This book gave me the closure i needed whilst being just a mere set of papers pulled together to create a story.

My stomach started talking to me. I hadn't eaten before leaving the house as i assumed i wouldn't be hungry.Whilst airport food was expensive this was my only resort at the moment.

I placed my book in my bag as i lifted myself up from the chair, on a hunt for affordable food and drink.
As i head to the starbucks stand around 5 minutes away from where i'm standing. I trot over with a desire for a creamy warm hot chocolate with marshmallows drizzled on top to accompany a delicious, well baked chocolate muffin. My mouth watered at only the thought of it, exposing my desired love for food.

After receiving my order i turn around in hopes of a free seat, only to be welcomed with my face making contact with what seems to be someone's chest, luckily my hot chocolate was not hurt in the process, but my muffin suffered a terrible death, i pick it up from the ground. I realise i had bumped into the most breathtaking creature to ever walk this earth, there was no way this beautiful man was human. He had the face of young Ralph Macchio and the height of around 6'1.

i stood there dumbfounded with my floor muffin in hand ogling over this majestic being.
"Oh sorry, are you okay?"
he spoke to me in such a sultry voice that could put me to sleep in a second.
"No worries"
i say knowing that the conversation had ended and it was time for me to part ways with this handsome man. I attempt to walk away but halt when i hear him still continuing to speak.
"let me make it up to you miss Uhh"
he says to me waiting for me to reply with my name
"Leigh, Miss Jessyca Leigh, and it's really no big deal sir.." i pause waiting for him to present his name.
"My names Logan, and I insist that muffin looked really delicious" he pestered
"well,since you insist" i replied with a smile.

We ended up sharing the muffin,which was my idea, i hate eating in-front of people, whilst they're empty handed.
"so, where are you travelling to?" He struck up the conversation, trying to drown out the awkwardness.
"Connecticut" i reply
"Wow, really?! what takes you there" he answered in an intrigued tone.
"i'm going to study at Yale and hopefully become a journalist, they have one of the best journalism programs"
We continued conversing as if we had been childhood best friends. But our conversation was cut short by the airport speakers.

"The flight from Atlanta to Connecticut arriving in 20 minutes"

I had totally forgot about my flight and quickly finished my food.
"i had a lovely time Logan but i'm gonna have to leave in 10 minutes for my flight"
"what a shame i enjoyed time with you" he responded so elegantly everything he did was elegant if that was even possible.

the 10 minutes passed within seconds.
"could i possibly have your number Jessyca?"
i typed my number into his phone and started parting our ways, in hopes that i could see him again.