Drug × Martin Garrix

1.18

The sea of people crowded the area, making it hard to see. Some arriving, some departing. They all pushed carts with them, luggages and what not carrying it.

Lots of people who just arrived gave their families a hug, some waiting in line for a taxi. They will probably surprise their family. Or that's what Camille thought.

People who are about to be departed hugged their families goodbye, some talking on the phone. Most people checked their very own watches, waiting to leave.

As for the girl, the girl who sat on the metal bench sitting next to the guy she likes. She was silent, waiting for the flight to be called. She constantly checked her watch, praying to God to make the time faster.

"You've been awfully quiet. What's the matter?"

The guy beside her noticed her being awfully quiet as he said. His hair was a dirty blonde, his eyes a beautiful shade of minty green, his eyelashes long and prominent. He was so breathtaking that you really couldn't take your eyes off of him even if you wanted to.

"Nothing."

A simple on worded answer? There was surely something wrong. She wasn't the type of girl to answer like that. He glanced at her and noticed her knee bouncing up and down. He put a hand on her knee, stopping it from shaking.

"What's the matter? Answer me honestly." He ushered.

"I don't really know to be honest. Maybe it's the fact that you're gonna be gone for so long and I won't be able to see you, or that you'll be gone without me even knowing what we are."

That was her honest answer. She felt like if he'd leave, her whole world would come crashing down. Dramatic but true. She didn't even know what they are. Are they even boyfriend and girlfriend?

He tuck a strand of fallen hair on her ear, caressing her face softly. "What do you want it to be?"

"More," She answered. "What about you? What do you want it to be?"

"Exactly how you want it to be." He answered honestly, holding her hand and squeezing is tightly. They didn't hear the first call for the plane. They were both lost in their own little world. "I want you and me to be an us."

He was honest though. Very honest. He wanted to be with her. No. He needed her. There was a force inside his body, telling him to be with her concluding that this is where he'll be happy.

"I guess we feel the same way then." She looked down and played with her thumbs.

"Don't look down," He tilted her face up with his finger. "I want to see that beautiful face."

"Martijn, we need to go." Someone who was with him called.

Before the last call was said, Martijn wrapped his arms around Camille's waist and kissed her ardently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back the same way. After a few good seconds, they both pulled away.

"I'm gonna miss you, Garritsen." She said happily, a tear falling down her face.

She couldn't keep her emotions anymore. She will miss him. Everybody knows it. Hell, even the people who are with him knows it. The way she said her goodbyes? The way she kissed him? It was obviously true.

"Don't cry. I'll be seeing you again tomorrow for all I know." He joked, trying to make her laugh and laugh she did. "I'm gonna miss you too."

"Now go," She pushed him. "Before your plane leaves you."

"I'll see you soon, okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," She answered. "I'll be waiting for you as you are for me."