Our Love (A short) [Completed]

Chapter 2 - Leaving

Today is the day, that I leave, the Philippines.

I'm really sad because I will be leaving my relatives and won't come back for another 2 years.

I grab my backpack and get in the car.
I sit by the window and wait till everyone comes in.

During the car ride, I held back some tears because I was very sad.

We arrived at the airport and more tears filled my eyes but I held it back.
My mom and auntie checked in our luggage while everyone waited at the waiting place.

"I'm really sad." I say.

"Me too. The hardest part of saying goodbye was saying bye to my grandma" my uncle says.

My mom and auntie comes back.
"It's time to say our goodbyes guys." My auntie says.

Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't hold it in anymore.

As we walk the crosswalk, I cry quietly.

As we got to our relatives, I start to sob really hard.
"What's wrong?" My relative auntie says.

"I don't want to go home." I say.
My grandmas sister starts to hug me.
"It's okay, you will come back again" she says.

"I don't want to go home" I sob.
Everyone hugs me and says bye to me.
"Bye Zara!' We will miss you." All of my same age cousins say.

I see my mom and auntie start to cry.
This was their hometown.

I cried harder than them though.
I hug my same age cousin, Lance.
"Bye Lance." I say sobbing.

I see his friends coming from the bathroom.

They start to notice that someone is crying which is me and starts to come closer.

They stare at me the whole time until we have to go.

"Zara cmon we have to go! The plane is coming already!" My mom yells because it's too loud from the rain.

I hug my grandma once again and leave.

Since it's raining really hard, the people who's staying in the Philippines will guide us with an umbrella.

Partners:
Mom & Dad --------|
Auntie & Uncle ----| {they have their own}

I was the only one left, because when I was too busy crying, most of my family who was leaving already left before it was pouring.

"John! Go payong {umbrella w/her} her!" My grandma says.
"Ok" he says.

So John was his name. The boy I called cute.

John opens up an umbrella and comes by me.

He puts his arm around me and walks with me.

I was really confused wether to go or not, because it seemed like he was going in the direction to the parking lot.

I looked back to where everyone was.
"Just go!" My auntie says.

I look forward and walk again.
The rain was really pouring hard and really windy which made the umbrella go up and almost fly away.

"LANCE GO PAYONG HER ALREADY" my grandma says.
John switches with my cousin.

This time, we walk smoothly because it's not awkward.

After stepping and soaking our shoes with water, we finally get to the airport gate.

I hug my cousin one more time.
"See you in 2 years" I say.

He smiles and crosses the street to go back to where everyone was.

This trip was the most fun I've ever had. And no one; I mean no one, can change that.