Breathless

Chapter 4

I'm sitting at the airport, staring at the rain pelting the window in Detroit.

I'm lost in thought.

Like, I'm going back to Seattle for nothing. I work at a grocery store and at Home Depot to cut wood for fires.

I have no friends for family there.

Granted, I don't have friends in Holland either.

I don't have any friends.

I spend my days working and when I'm not working, I'm at the gym.

I'm alone.

I've got nobody.

I'm not even working in the field I want to be working in, and I feel so annoyed by it.

Why am I even going back?

And something else that's bothering me is Christina hasn't texted me, and I knew he said he wouldn't, but what the fuck.

I sigh. My phone vibrates in my hand, and look down at it.

(415)542-2967: hey

I frown.

Me: who is this

(415)542-2967: Christian, the guy from the plane, remember?

Me: I remember

He's messaging me. Oh my shit. I add him into my contacts.

Christian: when are you going back to seattle

Me: today. In like, two hours

Christian: okay

Me: why?

Christian: idk, you seem like somebody I wanna be friends with but you're leaving and I know I'm never gonna see you again

Me: I know. It sucks.

Christian: yeah

Christian: do you have facebook or Instagram or snapchat

Me: yeah

I send him all my info, and then I add him back on everything.

Christian: your Instagram is all gym photos. Are you like, a bodybuilder?

Me: no lmao

Me: I was really fat in school and I got bullied a lot. I starting working out and got fit and now I just kinda work out as a distraction

Christian: a distraction

Me: yeah, from the fact that I'm alone in seattle with no family and I have no friends. I'm literally so alone. It's just something to do

Christian: I'm in the same boat in San Francisco. I might move. Not sure where. Maybe to Michigan, but also maybe to Seattle because my best friend lives there

Me: what about the pet store

Christian: I'll hire a good manager and leave it there and open another one where I wind up.

Me: that's a good idea.

Christian: yeah

I sit there staring at the screen. I wanna keep talking but I don't know what to say.

I sigh.

Me: when are you going back to San Francisco

Christian: today. I'm at the airport