Clarity

Prologue

I'm free at last. I wrote down in my journal as I was sitting on one of the waiting chairs at the crowded airport, my hands gliding freely along with the fresh ink that covered the tattered pages.

My journal, which consisted of nothing and everything all at once. Aside from the doodles that were scattered here and there, the random sketches and short absurd stories I wrote and genuinely enjoyed writing in my free time, there were all the things that I needed. The things I wrote to always remind myself of how he lost yet found myself. Aside from that, I was quite glad that I never wrote about her.

"It'd be a waste of ink and paper anyway", I lowly chuckled to myself.

I was never the type to dread over things in the past. I was a carefree person, the type who saw life as an adventure. I was the type that'd write down my fears on a piece of paper and then try to overcome them. But it seemed like that personality of mine had faded away during the past months. Every once in a while I wondered why he let someone so selfish take over him completely.

It was early morning, around six or seven, I was sure. The calm chirping of birds could be heard when I left home. It was early November, the air cold and crisp. The sun was partly hidden by the clouds.

Right at that moment, I was happy, I was unrestrained, I was myself. I was the same Zayn Malik I was last year.

I longed for this feeling ever since I agreed to work at that bar. Normally, if I had the chance to, I'd work at that same bar for my entire life. But I was ever so contented about leaving it behind. Just like I left everything in that city. The people, the buildings, my home, my so-called friends, and her.

Today was the day I was leaving, the day of my final departure from this overcrowded city where all people longed for was wealth and luxury. Its all that mattered to them. I didn't even say goodbye to any of my friends. Didn't feel the need to.

"Friends", I scoffed. "More like some backstabbing rich people wannabes who only kiss your ass when you can be put to some use to them."

I instantly stopped my thoughts and the boiling anger I felt whenever he thought about them. I was over them, and I knew that. But thinking about them is just something I can't help.

Before I could think of anything else, a high pitched voice pierced through the scratchy intercom.

"Now boarding flight 9264 for British Airways to London, England. Please make your way to your designated area to board flight 9264 to London, England."

I quickly reached down to my carry bag, put my journal in, zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder. This is it. I thought. Its time to go back home.