Storm//r.s.l short story

The end

"Flight 112 to London, Gatwick. Is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 6" an announcement said over the loud speaker.

I turned my head to look at Ross, sadness illuminating his hazel eyes. It was Christmas Day in 3 hours time and although I knew I'd make it back just in time to be with family, I somehow felt incomplete.

"This is me" I state quietly, standing up from beside Ross, whose flight was in about 50 minutes.

"I guess this is really it" he replies in the same tone, standing up to meet my height.

"I'm really going to miss you Ross" I say as strongly as possible and pull him into a tight hug.

"I'll miss you too, Olivia"

We stay in our position until the final call is made. That's when I pull away and look into his slightly glossy eyes.

"Have a happy Christmas for tomorrow" he says clearly tying to hide the sad tension

"You too" I smile at his, squeezing his hand one last time before making my way to the gate. I pass my ticket over to the lady before turning around once more.

"Don't forget about me" Ross yells "text me when you land"

I turned back to the blonde headed boy one last time and I knew that in the future I would see him again. Maybe not soon but eventually.

END.

((I edited the end slightly because I was unhappy with it the first time, anyway thanks for reading lol sorry bye xx))