Sight

Twenty.

-THEN-

My heart hurt, I was in physical pain as I held onto Daniel, holding him as tight as I possibly could. I was surrounded by the general buzz and hurried atmosphere of the JFK airport. I was trembling as I held on to him, the boy I had fallen in love with.

He pulled away, looking and searching my face for tears, I had promised him, no tears. I lied.

I sniffled as he rubbed away the salty streams of betrayal as they trickled out of my eyes and streaked my sandal skin. Daniel smiled a sad smile and flicked my nose, placing his forehead against mine; I continued to silently sob, letting my emotions go against my thoughts.

"Middleton?" He asked and as I laughed and cried, I nodded, "I'll come running, blue hair, just don't forget me, okay?" His tone shook and his eyes glossy with tears, my face twisted into a deeper frown as more tears fought their way out of me, my eyes scrunching up, the tears never ending, "I'd never, even if I wanted to." I didn't care if I was a mess, if I was broken, I was being torn.

"I love you." He whispered and a piece of me suddenly fixed and placed itself perfectly in my heart, I was complete. "I love you." Our lips connected the warmth of our tears, the heat of your souls, the yearning of our love and lust, of our need, it merged us, and it made us one.

He moved away from me, all too soon, and suddenly I was cold. He then reached around his neck and unbuckled the silver chain from it, the oval pendant shining in the airport lights, reflecting and shining in my eye as the light danced all over its silvered surface. Daniel then locked it around my neck, the pendant feeling warm from the contact of his skin to mine.

"I want that back." His voice was hard and I looked up at him, "This way, I'll come find you." He blinked slowly, the tears clearing away, not falling, I let mine fall.

"And if I lose it?" I asked, holding onto it, my lifeline.

"Then I'll find you to yell at you." He smiled and I bit my lip, trying to fight back a hysterical cry.

"Flight 503, to Middleton, is now boarding." The call had come, that pre recorded female's voice severing the cord, snapping us back to the threateningly selfish reality.

"Good bye, cutie." I smiled sadly, and he saluted me, raising two fingers to his brow, "Good bye, blue hair." I held my breath as I walked away, but was stopped short by a call out to me; I turned and saw Daniel's eyes now red with tears but a smile on his face, "You called me cute." I laughed and rolled my lips into my mouth to not let the tears fall, they did, "Did not." I shook my head, he nodded, "Did too." He grinned, the tears swelling his cheeks and lips, and I laughed, but turned away. The tears caused my shoulders to shake, the people around me watching me with wary, careful eyes, I didn't care. I looked back one last time, and I saw Daniel's frown deepen as he sucked in a breath to not let his tears over take him. I waved at him then and he looked away, as did I.

I turned and I walked, through the airport to my gate, away from a life I lived and a boy I loved.

-NOW-

I woke up gasping, gulping and craving air. I looked around me and I was in my hospital room again, I saw my mother on the other end of the room suddenly look up from the bag she was filling, "Honey?" She walked towards me and I, using every ounce of sanity and decency in me, kept a straight face, "Yes?"

She eyed me suspiciously, "Are you alright?" She asked, her tone wary and worried, I nodded, "Yeah," I waved her off, "Bad dream." She just nodded and I looked behind her, "A bag?" I questioned and hope burned in the pit of my stomach, mother then smiled, "We're going home, sweetie!" She gleamed and I sat upright, relief flooding, fear hugging me, "Oh, thank God." The tone of exasperation was noted by, both, mother and I, she chuckled.