Head over Heels || book one.

Airport

Author's note:

Pretty please listen to What now - Rihanna. It sets the mood and creates atmosphere.

Sarah's POV

I cleaned myself up when I got back to the apartment. My suitcase was at the door as I checked through the answering machine. Two messages. One from the school. The other was from Jordan(Cassie’s ex), he said he was coming to visit. He never came around since they broke up, so he must have had good reason. Zayn. That was it. He was jealous that Cass and Zayn were together. I left that on the answering machine and took my suitcase, and backpack down to the nearest bus stop. “How many buses to Melbourne airport?” I asked in a small voice.

“Three, love.” The bus driver explained. I felt my eyes water. Josh called me love. I really did miss him.

I sat down with my luggage and dried my eyes. I was not going to cry again. This was not the time that I should be going to America. I was so upset about leaving it all behind so that I could study for my degree in architecture. Did I want it? Suddenly nothing mattered. It was just me, catching a bus. With no reason to get off at the other end. I didn’t need that degree. I wanted it, no. It wasn’t on the top of my list anymore. But what could I do? The flights were booked, I had accommodation and I was going to get an education. But it was wrong, for a reason.

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I got off at the airport and took in a deep breath. I was going to do this, it was going to be alright. It was right. What was wrong with it? Why shouldn’t I be going? I was really over thinking this, and right now wasn’t the time to be over thinking stuff.

I checked in and went through the baggage search and stuff, then got a boost juice. I sat and waited for my flight to be called. Why did he have to be on my mind? What made him any different from the other guys that walked around thinking they owned the place? It was because he knew me. He saw through the cast around my still broken heart, and began to stick the pieces back together. He’d done it with the cheat sheet though. My diary. He’d read it. But he did more than that. And it annoyed me that I’d let him in that far, only to leave him for my degree in some far off country.

I stiffened up for a moment. What if I just boycotted life? Not die, just catch a different flight, to a random country to escape whatever was left of this disaster. I looked around at all the other international flights. I could quite easily do it.

As my flight was called, I stood grabbing my backpack and looked around. Last view of Australia for two months. A single tear rolled down my cheek. This is what I’d always wanted though. But I was leaving behind everything I’d ever loved. I was leaving it all.