I stared at the note. Tears were now flowing free, coming down like endless raging rivers, coming down my cheek. He did hate me. He hated what I had become. He could even stand to be close to me. He left me, just after one moment. He hated me. He hated me, I said to myself trying more to try to make myself feel worst for what I had done, what I had become then make my self feel better. The note said only this:
Dear Elizabeth,
I am sorry for this. But I have to go. I will be at the Chicago airport. I will be waiting
till my flight to California loads. I will wait for you to show up to see me go. Please show my that I am wrong, that you are the same person that I know and love. I am so sorry to do this to you but I need to
know if I am right. If I can love you like I want to. I love you back Elizabeth. Meet me before it's to late if
you love me. Please come. I love you and I always have and always will.
Your love, Your true love,
Kyle
This napkin. This tear stained crumpled broken napkin from a cheap gross run down Chinese restaurant. It had made my world crumble. I had a moment of happiness for the first time in years. It had lasted to short. I had pain me to pull back from his arms. But she had to. She heard a radio static, that meant that agent Birken wasn't far away. She did for him, didn't he get that? I was saving him and myself. And if I hadn't then we would both be in interrogation cells. I am heartbroken. But I might not have to be.
I pulled out my phone and checked when the next flight to California was. Great, I had 2 hours till Kyle left with me thinking that I had changed. I would prove him wrong. I could be with him forever, no one knew what I looked liked, I could stop today and live happily ever after with him. And I wanted to do that so badly. And was going to do it. I am going to get my love back.
I went to the street corner and whistled really loud. A cab came almost immediately. I jumped in and gave the driver a ten. I need to get there fast you idiot. So through traffic and lights I got there in about and hour and a half. That meant that I had about 30 minutes till Kyle flight left. I had spent the whole time in the cab to figure out what I had to say to him. I still had nothing. I came up with plenty of things to say but non of them stuck out like, I love you.
I had no time to think about my final answer though because the car stopped with a jolt."get out, brat"yelled the driver. I huffed, I gave him a 50 and jumped out of the car. mentally preparing myself for a sprint. I knew that the section F3 was at the other side of the airport so I had to run to make it in time. Physically I was fine, I could run a 5k without struggling but, mentally I was dying. I couldn't run a minute without falling down at the spot. For Kyle, I said in my mind. For Kyle.
I lifted y head and ran. I knocked down old ladies and how knows who else. I didn't care. Kyle Kyle Kyle.
