I stared out at the shining blue sky. First Vik, then Ethan. Who is going to try and kill themselves next? JJ? Simon? Oh wait, it can't be Simon because he is moving... The little cunt. I try my best to stay positive all the time but I can't do it anymore. Just when we need him most, when Ethan needs him most. I unlocked my door and headed downstairs to get some food. Suddenly, raised voices came from the kitchen; Harry and Simon.
"Seriously? After all we have done for you? What the Sidemen have done for you..." Harry roared.
"Just Back off Harry! This is my choice and MY life!" Simon spat back.
"Then stop hurting people! Okay I get it, Vik is dead and it's hard to come to terms with but get on with it! Vik is gone and he is never coming back! Realise that. Maybe then you would stop and think for a minute and see what a stupid decision you are making! Simon, you are moving to a different country for fucks sake!"
"Well fuck you too." Simon mumbled, walking out of the kitchen and slamming the door shut behind him. He looked at me for a second before grabbing his keys off the side and his small hand held suitcase from beside the stairs.
"So you're actually going, huh?" I said, looking to the ground.
"Well nobody wants me here." He lifted his suitcase up with ease and walked over to the front door, putting his key in the lock. My eyes glazed over with salty water.
"Simon, listen they do, they all do..." He stopped dead and turned around to face me.
"But do you?" I nodded as a stray tear rolled down my cheek.
His face softened. He dropped everything and walked over to me, engulfing me into his body warmth. And as suddenly as it had come, he was gone, leaving me shivering. Simon twisted the key in the lock and opened the door before turning back to face me one more time.
"Its not forever Tobi, I want you to know that. You can come over anytime! I just don't think I will be coming back here..." He sighed. "Say goodbye to everyone else from me please, I can't bare to see them this angry at me. Goodbye Tobi."
Tears started streaming then, as he said his final goodbye. That's when I knew it was real; he had walked out the door, right in front of me and he was moving to America.
Oh Vik, if only you had never decided to go. None of us would be hurting.
The tall boy lies back in his chair as the turbulence lifts them off of the ground. He smiles to himself as he looks out the plane window; he is going to start a new life.
All of a sudden, the plane shudders and his smile drops. The door separating the passengers from the pilots swings open and he hears the pilot shouting down the phone.
"Guys! We have a problem! We've lost a wing!"
