TEN| coincidence is love?

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The day I left for university was nothing special.

My mom drove to California because she always flies since she's a doctor. She wanted to enjoy a road trip. I didn't care either way. It's a long, few hours drive, but I couldn't spend hours in a car with Chloe nor her. I remember being tired already. 

"Will you hurry and leave already?" Chloe mimicked.

We were in the airprort and she was not happy to be here early with me. She's never liked me much nor felt much sympathy for me, despite seeing me at my lowest point.

"I am leaving," I grumbled as a response. Even I, as tiring as it is, had an attitude in the mornings.

"It's too early for your shit," groaned Chloe.

She was never a morning person. Well, I'm not a life person, so I suppose we clash.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"You should've left just like your friends did," Chloe groaned.

I didn't respond. That was low, even for Chloe. She's always known my feelings and my suffering, whether she knew it entirely or not, about my friends. I stayed silent. This, I knew for a fact wasn't love. I wish I couldn've forgotten she said that, but I never seem to forget the bad things. Chloe noticed my silence.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, her sorrow was clear in her tone. "Really, I thought you were over it."

"I can't get over things like that," I mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Seriously, I didn't mean it," Chloe rambled.

I wish I would've left as they did, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't live up to my fate. We all promised we'd leave together. But I didn't leave, they left, but I stayed crying knowing I broke my promise and my friends were gone. They were the only ones who understood me.

That rope hanging down from my balcony outside of my room is still waiting for me to use it, I remember thinking that. I remember that certain day everyone likes to celebrate was the day Chloe found me. She told Mom, who sent me to therapy. Chloe's constant rudeness and selfishness have stuck to me since that day. I think she's trying to avoid talking about the situation. As anyone would.

"We're here," Chloe quietly said.

I looked around, noticing that the airport was somewhat empty, it was weird. But it's nearly four in the morning, not many people are at the airport at that time on a Saturday morning. We sat down in the lobby. Only an old couple, a mother and a baby were there. Not many people travel in Colorado apparently.

"It's a two-hour flight," spoke Chloe, breaking the calm silence.

I nodded.

"I'm going to piss," she muttered.

Chloe got up with her purse and went towards the bathrooms. I remember Megan suddenly texting me about South Carolina and how good their volleyball team was. She left a few days ealier than I did. She wanted to say goodbye to me before she left, but I couldn't manage to get myself out of bed that day.

I remember after I texted her, several security guards rushed through into the lobby. The old couple had looked up, and the mom walked away with her now crying child. I remember asking myself questions as if I card. Who's here? The president?

I wished it was the president because I suddenly recognized familiar faces and I felt like dying inside. One Direction walked in right behind the security men.

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