The Come Back

The Come Back pt. 1

No one's POV:

Quentin stood in front of gate 08 at Kellerman International Airport, staring hard at the numbers started to dance playing tricks on his eyes.

Any moment, she'll be here.
The thought crawled in the back of his mind as of how corny it would be for him to be waiting for Margo Roth Spiegelman, while gripping flowers in his hands, definitely it crossed his mind one or twenty times.

But, Quentin Jacobsen found himself not caring. All he could think is the fact that she decided to come back. Not in Florida but to him.

It's been two years since they parted ways, and Quentin can't stop thinking of her out of his mind.

Now entering his junior year at Boston University, He has held onto his love for Margo all of these years, even being able to wait patiently for the day she would come back.

Today was that day, and Quentin couldn't have been more excited and relieved. They never broke contact during these two years; instead, their bond fortified through constant emails detailing their individual adventures.

Margo heard all about his new life in Boston, his struggle over finding the right major, and the new friends he made.

Likewise, Quentin learned about Margo's life in NYC. How she worked three random jobs over the years, the first as a waitress at a diner in Brooklyn, the second as a nanny to a rich family living in the upper West side of Manhattan, and finally as a personal assistant to an odd artist who refused to be interviewed.

Only Margo's words about her work, which were posted on the artist's website, gave the public insight into the arcane figure, and Margo truly was the right person for that job.

Both Quentin and Margo kept in touch about everything and anything except any new relationships that happened during their time apart.

Quentin never mentioned the few girls he tried to date, and he never admitted to Margo why none of the relationships lasted more than three months.

Similarly, Margo never mentioned her own dating life. For all Quentin knew, she could have been dating an upcoming artist her boss introduced her to at a gallery opening or maybe she fell for the owner of one of the city's most popular nightclubs and danced almost every night until she forgot at least for a moment about Quentin's existence.

Anyway if any of it were true, neither he nor Margo felt it was right to talk about finding someone else even if the possibility of them having a real chance together was impossible.

Maybe, like him, Margo couldn't bear the thought of realizing they could never be, so their conversations never dared to approach the topic. They just exchanged backchat filled conversations with a shrewd, hopeful promise of fidelity, they could never truly let go of one another.

So here was. Standing in the middle of a crowded airport, heart pounding against his chest, and hand gripping the flowers for dear life as flight 147 from NYC made its arrival.

He waited with bated breath as people began filing out of the terminal, his eyes scanning the crowd desperately for Margo.

When he finally spotted her a head full of chestnut hair that slightly reached her shoulders, a pair of eyes skimming the crowds desperately for him as her high top converse squeaked across the floor, he finally felt the air escape his lungs and he could only wait to see her next move once she finally laid eyes on him.

Quentin's heart spiked in his chest at the lovely smile sighting from her lips, while she began to dodge around random travelers in order to reach him faster.

When she finally made it, she bluntly stopped a good distance from him, her lips still turned up into a small smile.

Quentin noticed a lone tear that dropped down her face despite her smile, and he had to stop himself from launching himself at her.

"Hi," he whispered~
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