blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 16 - Arizona

The next day follows in the same manner. An early morning, intense study, and an absent Harry. Attachment is such a strong bond the mind forms; It's both healing and deadly. I've heard that it is a weakness. That only the strong could resist its charm and caressing ways. . . I guess I'm not one of the strong.

The only thing different about this day in comparison to the rest of the week is that it's Friday, or as I like to call it hell. For me, Friday's are yes, the end of a very stressful weak, but they offer way too much time to think, not including the next forty eight hours. And lately, my thoughts have been imprisoned by the attachment that is Harry.

I had a few options to consider doing for this weekend, so I flipped a coin. Heads, I would stay in Philadelphia and occupy myself with my studies, or perhaps the piano, or even practice my dance recital. The options were endless if the coin would land on heads.

"Even, pathetically, wait for Harry."

Or tails, I would take my mom's advice and fly home for the weekend.

"Be safe you two! Try not to destroy anything while I'm gone. I'm trusting you, Kate," I say winking at her as Alex's jaw drops.

Before he can respond, I send one last farewell, and am off to the airport in the car my parents have waiting for me. Another redundant action. This is why I refuse to accept a car from them.

The airport is crowded upon arrival. As I stand in the long bustling terminal it's fairly easy to sense the excitement radiating from everyone: first time flyers, holidayers, and those waiting to be flown to their far flung dream destinations. I, however, could not share their excitement.

As I approach the check-in desks, I can't help but to eavesdrop on the nice couple's conversation up ahead.

"Just imagine it, honey. You and me all cuddled up in Paris tomorrow night," a tall raven haired girl squeals. She is beautiful. Tall and statuesque. The even taller male besides her isn't too bad on the eye, either.

He simply pulls her in to his chest, the action looking a bit awkward because of their heights, but it doesn't seem to bother them, and kisses her head.

I quickly look away, feeling jealous of the strangers. It was not fair of me to envy them.

An electronic voice calling for flight number two three six breaks me out of my trance. I head in the direction of the voice and board the plane.

THE BLARING HEAT OF SCOTTSDALE, ARIZONA is at its lowest for the day, according to the forecast. Looking around, I take in the barren land and the tall palm trees and loathe the place I used to call home. Letting out a breath, I look for the vehicle that picked me up this morning and find it after considerable time. The aged chauffeur smiles kindly as he opens the door, and I return the gesture as he takes my bags.

It seems like hours before we make it home when in reality it is merely minutes of weathered hilltops. The sun is nearly almost out of the sky by the time we pull into the driveway, leaving only a clear blue sky.

It seems like a lifetime since I've stepped foot on the brick patterned entry. The house has undergone some renovations since my last visit. The stoned pathway leading to the front of the house is now surrounded by a comfortable grass leveled out between each crevice.

The entry way is now covered with an abundance of plant life and has a separate entry way with two adjoining lamp post on each side. Once I make it past the first section of the entry way, I enter a second part that is centered by a medium sized fountain spewing a light water.

The front offers a peaceful scenery to adorn the brick home. As I make my way to the front door, suitcase rolling behind me, I finally see both my parents standing, smiling from the doorway. Both are dressed in a formal wear conforming to both of their figures. My mom's dark purple cut out jumpsuit and black heels accentuate her figure making her look taller than usual. As I glance at my dad's formal blazer, I expect to see guest after pleasantries.