Two Months Are All It Takes (A JacksGap FanFic)

Prologue

Author's Note: If you're reading this, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CHECKING THIS OUT! I hope I don't disappoint! Ok, so we're going to start this out with with a little time jump. What you're about to read is the end of Alix Waldker's two month stay in London, England and Chapter 1 will start off the two months and, well, I'll let my writing do the talking. ~ WhatTheWorldCouldBe

Here I stand, staring out at the crowd of people surrounding me, watching as fathers kiss their daughters, mothers embrace their children, friends laugh at one another, and lovers take a last embrace. Here I stand, amidst this all, feeling more alone than ever. I catch sight of my sister towards the front of the drawn out boarding line: she's sending worried glances in my direction every couple of minutes. I know she is worried. She's worried about what's going on inside my head, and I can't say I blame her. I haven't been myself for the past couple of days. I'm distant.

I shift my weight as I stand, a large duffel bag in one hand and a ticket back home in the other, bringing up the end of the line. London already seems a distant memory. My two months have come and gone and all too fast. I've done everything I wanted. I lived, really lived. And somehow... Somehow it's not enough because I'm not where I want to be. I want to be back at the flat. I don't want to have said goodbye to all the people I've grown to know as friends. I don't want to miss this. Ever.

I'm not afraid of going back and continuing where I left off. I'm not afraid of my future, of college, or of leaving home. I'm afraid of not being able to come back. I'm broke. The money I saved for this trip is long gone. I can't stay, no matter how much I want to. My cousin, Matt, who my sister and I lived with, offered to have us stay but, I couldn't do that to him. He's newly married and he barely has enough space as it is, not to mention he's going to be a father within a couple months.

A tear rolls down my cheek. I guess all of this has taught me to appreciate everything I have and everything life has offered. Then why do I feel the way I do? I shouldn't. I don't want to want what I'm leaving behind because that just makes it all the harder to say good-bye.

I lift my hand and wipe the tear from my face. I have to be strong right now. I look ahead at my sister, her hand intertwined with his. She's going to miss this place just as much as I will. This is what we've come to know as home. But, as I see her smile up at him, I can't be strong. I can't...

The line moves slowly and grows shorter as the tickets are checked and the flight is filled. I tear a pair of headphones from my bag and jam them into my phone as I wait. Maybe some music will dull the thoughts. I'm wrong. The lyrics of the songs only seem to mirror the way I feel.

Another tear rolls down my face as I turn the volume louder and louder, trying desperately to drown away my thoughts. Before long, I'm standing, facing the flight attendant who smiles pleasantly as I hand her my ticket and passport. I smile back weakly when she hands them back and her dark red lips move to say words, but with the music pounding in my ears, I can barely hear her. "Have a nice flight," I think she said. Something along those lines. I'm hopeful, but an eleven hour flight means eleven hours to think...

I will my legs to drag me forward towards the door to the bridge connecting the airport to the plane, though to me it seems to lead away from what I want and what I have to do.

Once I'm through the door, I let the tears fall down. Stop, stop it! Alix, you're better than this. Stop crying. But then my mind flashes to all the smiles, the laughter, the people I met and grew to love, and things I never thought I'd experience... This is... this is home.

I look back at the door as it closes and I wish, I wish more than anything to have these past two months back. I shake my head and begin to turn away for the last time when I think I hear something over the blare of the music. I rip out the left head-phone and strain my ears for more. And then I hear a familiar voice, screaming.

"WAIT!"