university (justin bieber)

19

"I'm going to check out some of their best restaurants right when I land," Justin smiled, tapping his hands against the steering wheel.

I forced a close-mouthed smile, feeling as if the contents of my stomach would come spilling out if I parted my lips to speak.

We were on our way to the airport, Justin's luggages and carry-on bags piled up on the backseats. He seemed so happy today, like he really wanted this. I remained silent throughout the whole ride to prevent myself from getting in the way of his opportunity. Even though my heart ached immensely, I ignored the feeling and sat still in the passenger seat.

After a silent ride, we arrived at the airport where Justin unloaded all his belongings from the car, asking me to help. I dragged my feet along the floor to prolong things and took my time as I hauled the overstuffed bags out of the car.

The baggage handler stood before us, a smile on his face and a luggage cart on his side. He quickly loaded Justin's things onto the cart and led us into the airport. My stomach twisted with angst, so I clutched it with one hand. Justin noticed, frowning and grabbing my other hand tightly in his.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax myself as we neared the waiting area. The baggage handler disappeared into the distance to load Justin's things onto the plane, and I sat down on an uncomfortable chair as Justin went to print out his ticket.

Tapping my fingers against my thigh, I kept my eyes locked on Justin as he was handed a receipt and a plane ticket, confirming that this was actually happening. I bit my lip to stop it from shaking as Justin neared me, smiling and taking a seat next to me.

"This is actually happening," He muttered, staring down at his plane ticket. I kept my eyes on the ground and remained silent.

"I love you. You know that right?" Justin spoke up, nudging my arm. I smiled weakly and nodded my head as my gaze remained on the cracked tiles on the ground.

"Look at me for a second," Justin demanded.

I shifted my tear-filled eyes to look at Justin, feeling my throat constrict.

"I'm going to miss you so much," I choked out, putting my hand over my mouth as I started to sob. Justin sighed and pulled me into his side, my face burying itself into his chest.

Justin rubbed my arm slowly, trying to comfort me. Knowing that this was one of the last times I would feel his touch wasn't helping, though. It only made the tears flow faster.

"Babe," Justin cooed, trying to get me to look up at him. "Jasmine."

I sniffed, wiping my nose with my sleeve and blinking away the tears that blurred my vision. Locking my eyes with him, I saw his glimmer with sadness and gloss over with upcoming tears.

"Don't you dare cry right now. It'll make me cry even more," I laughed, wiping my cheeks.

Justin smiled sadly, wiping his eyes with the palms of his hands. He sucked in a sharp breath and placed a kiss on my head.

"Departure for Flight 17A from Los Angeles to Atlanta is in five minutes. Once again, Flight 17A departs in five minutes," A monotonous voice drawled out over the speakers.

Clamping my eyes shut, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek.

"We should go and wait in line right now. It's almost time to leave," I spoke sadly, clearing my throat.

"Please don't forget me," Justin said with his croaky voice, surprising me. My eyes widened and I watched his eyes drip with tears.

Squeezing his hand was a way of reassuring him that his vulnerability meant the world to me.

"Never," I whispered, feeling his grip on my hand grow tighter. It surprised me to see this type of reaction from him because he seemed to be fine, but I guess it was all a front to show his strength.

We walked slowly to the line at terminal seventeen, our steps lingering against the ground as if speed would kill us.

"We didn't even get to have sex before I left," Justin laughed through his tears, making me smile like an idiot.

I wiped his cheek as we stood in line and raised myself up on my toes to kiss it gently.

"Shut up. You'll live without it," I laughed and wiped my tear-stained face.

"No messing around when I'm gone, you hear me?" He said jokingly, chuckling before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I might find a new man," I shrugged, hearing him gasp.

He smiled and grabbed the sides of my face, pulling me towards him for a kiss. Our lips collided and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, the intensity of our kiss clearly evident.

We breathed harshly while kissing, our lips never once parting to take in some air. I buried my hands into his hair and grasped tightly as his hands snaked down to my lower back. Our bodies moved closer together until we were completely out of space.

"Begin loading onto Flight 17A," The same voice spoke, making my heart beat faster. My stomach sank like an anchor as I heard the airport worker escort people onto the plane.

"I love you," Justin spoke breathlessly against my lips, his warm breath making goosebumps appear on my skin. "This isn't goodbye."

I felt more tears rolling down my cheeks, pressing one last kiss onto Justin's swollen lips.

"I love you," I repeated, grabbing tightly onto his face. He gulped and averted his gaze to the line that was moving quickly onto the plane. "Go kick some ass in Atlanta."

The worker yelled at us to move forward, the people behind us groaning in frustration.

"I'll call you when I land," Justin mumbled, his voice hoarse from crying.

Nodding my head and biting my lip to suppress my sobs, I moved out of the way and watched Justin walk onto the plane and out of my sight.

I stood off to the side as the plane door closed, making me feel as if I was out of breath. My tears were continuous, making it harder for me to breathe steadily. I tried to walk away from the terminal, but found it hard because my feet were glued to the ground. It was like I wanted to make myself believe that he would come running back out of the plane at any minute.

My heartbeat was loud in my ears, thumping against my chest slowly. Everything around me seemed to become blurry, and my legs quivered which made it hard for me to stand straight.

Putting my hand to my mouth, I screamed against it, the muffled noise sounding ten times louder in my ears.

The realization struck me that from now on, I would be living with an absence in my heart. One that could never be filled by anyone else.