Dreams Can Come True

72. Goodbye

POV Elise

As I watched from the car as Bill and the rest of the family were driven away by the security team, I felt a knot in my stomach tightening. The air around me seemed heavier, like an invisible burden pressing down on my shoulders. My heart pounded irregularly in my chest as I tried to control my emotions. It was a strange sensation to see him leave, to watch him disappear from sight, knowing we would be separated for an entire week. The lump in my throat grew larger as the car drove away, and I forced myself not to burst into tears. My hands trembled slightly as I clasped them tightly in my lap, attempting to calm myself amidst the rising emotions.
I gazed out the window, my eyes fixed on the steady stream of people passing by, each of them hurriedly heading to their destination. A part of me wanted to follow them, to dive into the hustle and bustle of the airport and lose myself in the chaos of travel. But I remained seated, clinging to my spot, trapped in my thoughts and feelings.
As time crawled by, the knot in my stomach grew. The realization that I had to miss Bill for the time being sank deeper. His absence felt like a void in my life, a gaping hole that seemed hard to fill. I missed his presence, his warmth, his reassuring words. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that I had a busy week ahead. There was plenty of work to do, enough distractions to keep me occupied. Besides, what was a week in a lifetime? A fraction of time, a brief interlude before we would be together again.
But despite my attempts to reassure myself, a heavy feeling of longing gnawed at me. I felt alone, even lonely, as I sat there alone in the car, surrounded by the silence of the parking lot.
I sighed deeply and tried to distract myself by looking outside. The sky was gray and gloomy, the clouds heavy with impending rain. It seemed as if even nature mirrored my feelings, as if the universe somehow understood the pain in my heart.
Suddenly, there was movement on the horizon. A car appeared in the distance, slowly approaching my direction. My heart leaped when I saw it was Simone and Gordon, returning to the car after saying goodbye to Bill and the other members of Tokio Hotel.
Simone's face was marked by a mix of emotions, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. It deeply affected me to see her like this, to know she was struggling with the farewell just as I was. We were family, bound by love, and now I felt suddenly very alone.
As they got closer, I felt a lump in my throat. I wanted to hug her, to comfort her, but I didn't know how. How could I offer her support when I could barely comfort myself?
I swallowed back the rising tears and forced a smile on my face as they finally reached the car. "Hey, are they already on the plane?" I said, my voice hoarse with suppressed emotions. Simone smiled weakly back, her eyes glistening with tears. "Yes, they left safely, dear," she said softly. "How are you holding up?"
I shrugged, unable to find the words to express my feelings. "It's hard," I eventually mumbled. "But I'll manage."
Simone nodded understandingly and opened the car door. "Come," she said kindly. "Let's go home."
I nodded gratefully and got back into the car, a sense of relief flowing through my veins. I knew the farewell would be tough, but with Simone by my side, I felt a little less alone. And maybe, just maybe, I would survive this.

After an emotional farewell at the airport, I felt somewhat relieved when we finally arrived at my new apartment. Simone and Gordon were there for me, as always, and their presence gave me a sense of warmth and comfort amidst all the changes.
When Simone pulled a beautiful plant from the trunk of the car, I felt overwhelmed by her kindness. The plant had been carefully chosen and exuded a sense of homeliness, which was exactly what I needed at that moment.
With the plant in my hands, we began the tour of my apartment. As I led them through the rooms, I enthusiastically shared my plans for the decor and my vision for the space. Simone and Gordon listened attentively, their presence bringing a sense of warmth and security.
After the tour, we gathered in the cozy living room, where I offered them a drink, and we settled on the comfortable couches. The sound of cheerful conversations and soft laughter filled the room, and for a moment, I forgot my worries and the pain of saying goodbye to Bill.
When Gordon mentioned he wanted to go home for an important football match, I couldn't suppress a smile. Simone rolled her eyes but stood up and grabbed her coat. Before they left, she gave me a hug and whispered words of comfort and support.
"You're always welcome at our place, Elise," she said softly. "Don't hesitate to come over this week."
I smiled gratefully and thanked her warmly for her hospitality and support. Simone held me a bit tighter, as if to let me know I could always count on her, and then they left, leaving behind a final glance full of love and understanding.
And as I stood there alone in my new apartment, I no longer felt so lost. I knew I was surrounded by love and support, and that gave me the strength to face my new life with confidence.