MISSIN' HER.
02 — Florence
The next morning was waiting for me, trying to begin my day with a disastrous start. I was not a morning person, so four o'clock in the morning didn't help whatsoever. My body seems to cling onto my bed for a million hours after my mom barged into the room and forced me up, so it was going fantastic so far!
After yesterday's amusing time with Elora, she helped me pack around eight last night and left with a couple of my shirts to keep forever. When I spilled the news to her, she seemed gloomier than ever and I wished mom could've booked a flight next week. With only a day to spare after she told me everything, it was only enough time to sit and talk for hours nonstop in the old, raggedy house. Saying goodbye to her will be harder than I thought.
The doorbell rang through the soundless house and my dad's groans were echoing after.
"It's fine, I can get it because it's Elora," I reassured to him and he sighed, rubbing the noticeable bags under his eyes. Thankfully with a cup of coffee, the tiredness will run away and he'll be active again. He walked away and I ran to the door, picking at the doorknob before opening it. Elora's exhausted figure stood behind the glass door with a tear — stained face and a couple books in her arms. She was wearing her elephant onesie with bright pink slippers and her frizzy hair in two braids to top it all off.
"I—I'm gonna m—m—miss you so mu—uch, Loren," she sobbed and dropped the books onto the concrete porch when I opened the door. She leaped into my arms and engulfed me with a tight hug, crying into my shoulder. Just seeing her like this made tears spill from my eyes.
"I'm gonna miss you too, Elora," I choked out and patted her back as she continued to cry by the open door. My eyes gazed out in the eerie morning, the tears stinging my vision. The sun was daring to peek out and soon the sunset would rise, signaling the time we would leave Michigan.
We pulled apart after a long minute and she calmed down a bit. She was hiccuping before but it died down and she wasn't stumbling over her words as much.
"You b—better facetime me as much as you can when y—you're there and tell me who you meet," she said and stared longingly into my green eyes.
I chuckled and wiped the tears off my face. "Come on, you don't need to tell me this now. Go and sit in the living room and we'll talk there."
She hesitated for a second but nodded and walked away, leaving me to pick up the books she left outside and close the door. I placed the books on the table in the kitchen and strolled to the living room where Elora sat next to my mom and dad sat in the chair on the far right, away from the two. Taking a seat beside Elora, I put my hand on her shoulder.
"I guess this would be the last time we sit together like this," my dad announced to break the silence that rose between us. Focusing on the spot where my mom broke the wine glass two nights ago, I shook my head in response.
"No, the last time we sat like this was before Carter moved to California," I informed and folded my arms across my flat chest.
"Technically, you're wrong because I was talking about me, you, and Laura," he corrected and from the corner of my eyes, I could see my mom rolling her chocolate brown eyes.
"Florence is the correct one here as you've been the wrong one your entire life," mom spat back and before they could blabber on again, my annoyed, small voice stopped them.
"Can you two please stop arguing for once? This is the last time I'll see dad and Elora for years, so I'd like to spend it in silence."
Mom and dad didn't utter a single word back but sat in complete silence. Elora sent me a quick smile and held my hand, squeezing it a bit. I grinned back at her and enjoyed her company for the last time.
A couple minutes pass and we all hurried to pull the luggage into the kitchen. Dad helping with the luggage only went and packed all four bags into the car while Elora and me chatted for the remaining ten minutes before we left for the airport. She would have to walk back to her house(she lives a couple houses down from us and we would regularly hang out) and it pained me to say goodbye to her. We laughed here and there and mostly reminded each other a couple of things.
"Like I said, facetime me when you can," she reminded and I cheekily grinned. "Make sure to tell me everything you do and who you meet. If you meet any of the boys, tell me! I'd also love if you tell them I said hi because I would probably die of happiness."
It came down to us leaving. Squishing her with a long — lasting hug, we said our goodbyes and she stood on the side of our driveway, watching us leave with tears rushing down her face again. We waved and she waved constantly as we piled out of the driveway. It was only hope that I would see her again.
The car ride was about fourty minutes since we booked a flight at the airport in Detroit and we lived somewhat close to it. With a half hour to spare after we went through the process, Mom, Dad, and I walked around and waited for the flight attendant to call out when the plane arrived. Before we boarded our plane, dad pulled me aside.
"I'll miss you a ton, Flore," he said and the nickname he gave me when I was younger stood out. He embraced me in one last warm hug and I lightly cried in his shoulder. "Call me whenever you can, okay? Make sure to call or text me when the plane lands and tell me any exciting things you do in California. Don't tell mom, but I've given you a special gift. She shouldn't know about this, so it'll be our little secret. You'll find out about it soon, I promise."
I smiled and hugged him tighter. Mom announced that we have to board the plane or else it'll fly off without us, so I split away from dad. He pecked my forehead and mom just said goodbye to him while we waved at each other before we continued to the pathway to the plane.
When we got inside after the long line of people edging to get to their seats, we placed our carry — on in the top bunk above and took our seats. I sat beside the small, blurry window and buckled my seatbelt. Pulling out my earbuds, I plugged them in and put them into my ears as I turned on my phone to text Elora.
loren xD : plane's about to take off soon, love you and i'll text you when we arrive. xoxo
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