In Case of Noni

Airport Guy

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My watch read 10:24 am.

My flight had landed some time ago, yet I found myself still standing in the middle of LAX in front of the exit doors.

I was pondering.

Did I want to exit the terminal? or did I want to turn my ass back around, and book the next flight back to New York.

Decisions, decisions.

"Uh.. Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask.

God, I probably looked like a gazing fool as I stood there blocking the doors for god knows how long.

I didn't bother to turn around as I barely nodded my head, and forced myself to march outside the doors.

I glanced around, there were families, tourists, men, and women in business suits all bustling about. Spotting an empty bench a couple of feet away, I tightened my grip on the strap of the luggage bag I had slung over my shoulder, before making my way over.

Mumbling excuse me's, and pardon me's quickly got annoying as I pushed my way through the rush of morning people. Reaching the bench, I sat down, letting the luggage collapse next to me. Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh, what in the hell was I doing back here?

I hadn't touch the grounds of Los Angeles, in what, four years? I had made it my personal mission not to come back.

Why?

Well that's a story for another god awful morning.

Maybe with tequila involved.

Ooh tequila... that sounds yummy right about now. It's never too early, am I right?

"Ok...I uh...know I kind of asked you already but, are you sure you're alright?" The familiar deep voice spoke, in what seemed a cautious tone.

Looking up, I saw a man. A handsome man. I most definitely recognized him as the guy who occupied the seat next to me on the plane. We didn't speak much, most likely because I had my headphones in, drowning out any sounds of life. He was about six feet tall toppling over my own five foot'five inches with sandy brown hair, and brown eyes. He had on grey cropped pants, with a white button up polo, and simple white tennis.

Hmm...

"Sorry, what do you mean by 'asked me already'?" I questioned his question with one of my own, in slightly confused tone.

"I saw you... well actually a couple of people saw you back over by the doors just a few minutes ago, you were kind of uh..." The man hesitated, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, and rubbed the back of his neck, before continuing, "You had your eyes shut tightly, and you were shaking your head back and fourth mumbling I can't do this, I can't do this and then I asked if you were okay, you took off and so um... yeah," He finished off, nodding his head, his eyes darting to the ground than back to me.

Oh world, just swallow me whole already, I thought as I mentally groaned. This was absolutely fucking embarrassing. I had been having a slight breakdown, but to others it probably looked like something that belonged in American horror story. Season two to be exact.