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Postcards From My Past: II

Sitting with the one card in my fingertips my mind couldn't stop racing. Constant ideas streamed through but most of them seeming too illogical to even work. The entire box now emptied across my floor ranging in colour and condition, every memory still etched onto the card like the words he wrote that hold more meaning than I can understand. 

"Still trying to figure it out huh?" Glancing up my Dad hovered at the door, looking down at the mess of paper that covers my old carpet, disguising the poor quality. 

Shaking my head I stand up and walk past him to go downstairs, refresh my mind after an entire night of staying awake unable to shake the thought of the cards. But more importantly his touch in the darkness after months of being a ghost. As I walk back upstairs I see my doorway empty, exposed to invasive eyes. Peering inside my dad hovers about the cards along with my Mum who must've joined in my absence. "What are you doing?" I felt my eyes bulging out of my head as they reorganised the order I had created. 

Inside I felt myself crumbling with anxiety, I was wired at this point and unable to break focus. They stared at each other and back at me as if they were two criminals caught in the act, the spotlight now shining bright on the two of them. "We think we might have some form of idea." My Mum spoke up as I stayed still, raising my eyebrow to them both. God, I feel like the parent. 

We all sat as they explained their theory, yet inevitably they were wrong. I spent an entire two days trying to work with their idea, put the pieces together but it was useless. Two more sleepless nights and I remained at square one, unable to find a way forward, backward or sideways. Lying down on my bed every time I blinked his words filled my eyes, different words and stories flashed much to my annoyance. What I once loved now is nothing more than a nuisance to me. 

"Knock Knock." A light hearted voice sounded as my Mum walked in and picked up two cards. "Mmh." She sounded perplexed and slowly I sat upright, edging closer from my bed with curiosity. "Y/n you," She read from two cards, both from North America. Jumping up I took the cards from her grip, tightly holding them in my own. 

My name written in blue, you written in red. 'Look at the words, the ones that stand out.' His dark figure and voices comes to mind as I pick up all the cards, glance back to the dates and begin to reorder them. Sighing lightly my Mum walks off, it's going to be a long night. 

As I open my eyes the sun peeks through the blinds, shining across my bedding in small slits. Sitting upright slowly I see a perfectly ordered stack of cards on my carpet, ready for me to read once more with a different eye. 

Moving towards them I sit down with a piece of paper and a pen and write down every word that is in a different colour, ignoring the black words written against white and focus on the joyous words that came to his mind. Placing the last postcard down I read through it, it's a letter. 

Dear Y/n, you have always been there for me. I just wish I could be there for you now knowing you're struggling, there's no point denying it. I read your posts and the way you act when I am home, you're hurt and all I want to do is mend you but I can't without being with you. For years I've wanted to hold you close and never let you go, I want to tell you how much you mean to me and more importantly, how much I love you. Next time I'm home, tell me how you feel. All my love, Michael. 

Releasing a shaky breath I hold the paper on my lap, tears spill involuntarily. It takes a few minutes to process but I know how I feel, picking up my phone I look at the date and swear under my breath. Today he is leaving. 

Rushing around the house I quickly tell my parents who share a look with a warm smile. "Well what are you doing here? Go! His plane leaves soon!" My parents practically forced me out of the house and into my car, waving me off proudly as I neared the airport. 

Various words crossed my mind, things I could say to him. Yet as I arrived and rushed inside through the crowds I froze up, nothing came to mind as I struggled to even see him, maybe I was just too late. Picking up my phone I began to ring him, hoping to hear or see someone answer their phone that vaguely resembled him. 

My ears perked up as I heard it, the song he always sang to me when he came home from tour years ago. The hours we sat in pure bliss under the evening sun before things got too dark to make out his smile or bright eyes. Turning I saw him glance down to his phone and a small smile form on his face, "Hello?" He answered hopefully and I chuckled to myself before putting the phone to my ear. 

"Turn to your left and look past the queues." I spoke up as I remained fairly out of sight but able to see him entirely. He abided by my instructions but as his eyes scanned they seemed less hopeful by the second. 

Peering out of the crowd I walked past him multiple times, "How can you not see me?" I joked down the line as he kept turning around, tormenting him after all of these years of mind games. Eventually I saw him becoming upset about it all and the others at this point aware of my presence remained quiet for Michaels sake. 

Tapping his shoulder he turned around, his phone still to his ear. "I guess I just wanted to say, I love you too." Our voices echoed through the phones as I placed mine back in my pocket, leaning towards him and finally kissing him. 

A clap could be heard and some cheers from the guys along with one comment I didn't think I'd hear. "Bout time and all." Luke huffed as I pulled away, unable to stop smiling. 

"Worth the postcards then?" Michael raised an eyebrow to which I nodded. 

"It'll be something I'll treasure forever."