Leaving Laila

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"I'll miss you Allie." I squeezed my best-friend tight as she cried on my shoulder. I blinked back tears as she stepped back and sniffed and used the elbow of her sweater to wipe her nose. I didn't want her to see me crying as it would only make her more upset.

We probably looked ridiculous. Me comforting my nineteen year old best-friend while wearing clothes that were much too thin for the cold Seattle weather. My best friend and I have never been separated for more than 72 hours during our seventeen years of friendship. Now we will be three thousand miles away from each other.

She was beautiful with her long blonde hair and big grey eyes and her supermodel legs. She had always been the prettier one in the friendship and the fact that she had killer fashion sense didn't exactly help. Right now she was wearing a brown sweater with baggy jeans and brown wedges and she still looked amazing. She was a fashionista and she loved clothes. That is why she decided to pursue her dreams as a fashion designer instead of working at her parent's multi-million dollar cooperation. If she wasn't my best-friend and the nicest person ever I would certainly be jealous of her.

Her parents stood a little off to the side, her dad holding her mom who was also crying. I walked wordlessly before pulling Mrs Black into a hug.

She squeezed me tightly before letting me go. I then let Mr Black pull me into a hug kissing my forehead.

"We'll miss you feather." He smiled affectionately at me, using the nickname they had called me since I was seven. An incident involving me flying out of a swing. It wasn't pretty at all and I had still had scars on my knees from it. They called me feather because they said I was ''as light as a feather." They didn't know that the real reason I had fallen from that swing was because I was pushed by something so evil, I still cannot believe it came from the Blacks.

I wanted to let the tears fall as I looked into the faces of my family but I had to be strong for them. My best-friend and her parents. The only family I've ever known. I have practically lived with the Blacks since I was 6. My real parents weren't even here. They were on one of their frequent business trips. My parents owned a chain of hotels and now they were off in Mexico for some new development. As they always had been since I was three years old. They didn't want a child and they made sure I knew it.

Aliana pulled me into another hug. "Why did you have to pick NYU ? You should be coming to London. "She sobs in my ear. I rolled my eyes at her comment, she had been asking me the same thing all summer.

"I'm sure London will be ok Allie." I squeezed her arm to reassure her. Aliana would leave in two days for the United Kingdom in two day to study at the London College of Fashion and I was so proud of her.

"I probably look like a dying cow." She stressed as she stepped back. I smile and pull her into a hug. "You actually do." I expect her to laugh but she bursts out crying again.

"Final call for flight 132." The computerized voice echoes through the busy airport and I grab my suitcase

"That's my flight." I say sadly.

Aliana sighs. "I know. I booked it remember?"She says unhappily. I place my hands on her cheeks and wiped the last of her tears.

"Caye are you sure you will be okay?" Allie worries, grabbing my hand," I mean New York is a far way from home."

"I will Allie. I promise." I hugged her again.

"Best friends." I say quietly.

"Forever and always." She whispers sounding pained. I grab my suitcase and hand luggage again before heading to the boarding gate.

I didn't look back.

I was escorted to my seat in first class and offered food and beverages. I declined politely and sat down in my plush velvet chair.