Shirts and Skins

Chapter Thirty

Lindsay's POV

I broke down as soon as he turned the corner into the plane. I walked to my terminal, wiping tears from my face. I found a washroom along the way and walked inside. I walked directly into a stall and took yoga pants, a t-shirt and a sweater out of my carry-on and changed my clothes. I stepped out of the stall and looked in the mirror. I looked pretty rough. My eyes were red and swollen.

As I was touching up my make-up, I made eye contact with a woman washing her hands in the sink two down from me. She smiled at me sympathetically. I half-smiled back. I know she wanted to say something. Maybe she couldn't find the right words, maybe she just felt bad. But needless to say, she dried her hands and left.

I walked out of the washroom and towards my gate. I was still about 20 minutes early for my gate to open, so I pulled my iPhone out, put my headphones in and tried to drown out my thoughts.

Once on the plane, I did the same thing. The flight was half empty, and I had a row to myself. The waitresses saw how unhappy I was. They kindly offered me water and other beverages, some of which I took graciously. I laid down on the three seats, never fully falling asleep though.

The plane landed at 1:20 am. I grabbed my bag and laid on a set of open seats. There were other people laying on the seats around me.

I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I didn't feel like sleeping.

Finally, around 3:00 am, I couldn't take it any longer. I called Jeff.

It rang four times before he picked up.

"Lindsay? Lindsay, what's wrong?" he asked frantically.

"I'm okay, I just can't sleep." I confessed.

He sighed. "Oh Babe."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I only fell asleep because of pure exhaustion." he said quietly.

"I just needed to hear your voice." I whispered.

"I get it. I'm feeling the same way."

We were silent for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe. It was incredibly peaceful. So peaceful, I fell asleep.

I jolted awake at 7:40 am the next morning. I looked at my phone. It was on sleep mode. I turned it on and called Jeff.

"Good morning." I heard him smile through the phone.

"I'm so sorry for falling asleep!"

He laughed. "That was my intention. I've found that you sleep better when you're against my chest, listening to my breathing. So, I tried my best to replicate that."

"That...was the sweetest thing." I smiled.

"I'd go to the ends of the world for you." Jeff said.

I sighed. "I love you Babe."

"I love you too. It's just not the same without you around."

That got me thinking.

And I thought while waiting for my flight.

And I thought about it on my flight.

What if I'm meant to move in with him? What if my destiny is to move to Raleigh to be with him?

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I didn't bother unpacking my bag when I got home. I just wanted to rest. My body ached, and I just wanted to spend some time with my family, the only reason I came home when I did.