everything, everthing

baggage

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the sights i think are unforgettable, even in a small little airport. how some people run to their significant other who they haven't seen in a long time. or families who are being torn apart. it's a love/hate relationship that we have with the airport i think. but then again, it's my first time here.

my hand is connected with farkle's, walking through the baggage claim and towards the exit. both us just brought a travel sized backpack with necessities. for me- two fresh outfits along with my phone, earphones, charger, and toothbrush were all i brought. i'm guessing that farkle has done the same, with the exception of his camera.

"i've decided that life is like the baggage carousel," the browned haired boy stares out at the machinery. we stopped to admire the metaphor that farkle has yet to explain.

"how so," i ask smiling. i knew he would come up with something brilliant, after all it is farkle minkus.

"when you're born, you're thrown on this crazy ride called life that just keeps going round and round," he starts.

"assuming that people are the baggage in this theory?" i confirm with the genius.

"exactly. sometimes you fall off prematurely. other times damaged by the other pieces of baggage that come out of nowhere. sometimes you get lost or forgotten, going round and round forever,"

"what if you get picked up?"

"then you just continue a normal and boring life in the closet of a room,"

i open my mouth to say something, but instantly shut it unsure of what to say.

"flawless, right?" he grins at me and his eyes follow the action of his mouth.

"flawless," i say, talking about him and not the theory.  resting my head on his comforting shoulder. we continue the journey of going outside into the world of europe. "do you remember any of this?" he had been here before, years ago when his father didn't lose his job in new york.

farkle squints his eyes, pretending to think very hard. "i don't remember much, just that dad thought they could work on first impressions better,"

the interior of the airport is standard to most i've seen in movies and read about in books. women stand by the desk with the telephone nearby and ready to pick up a call at any second. busy travelers roam around with a suitcase rolling beside them. the smell is nothing that i expected, much more industrial and smoky. but if this is the smell of traveling, i would love it either way.

"in your theory, is your mom one of the damaged bags?"

he nods.

"and isa, one that is going around?"

another nod appears.

"what about you?"

"just like my sister,"

"and your dad?"

"he's the carousel," he smiles weakly at me. i mentally kick myself for bringing this subject back up.

"he doesn't get to have everything, farkle," i face him. he looks down, i've embarrassed him. he lets go of my hand and faces the other direction, studying the luggage claim closely.

"you, my dear, need some chocolate," he distracts himself with the topic. i go along with it trying not to hurt hid fragile state.

"no i don't." i protest. he's talking about the lady at the front desk with a box of chocolates with her. farkle goes up to her and asks for a chocolate. the discussion seems to last a while, either because of the language barrier or because the lady won't give him a chocolate.

farkle walks triumphantly back to me with a chocolate in his hand.

"merci," i say. he places his arm around me, as i pop the rich chocolate in my mouth. it bursts with flavor and i almost want to turn back to get another.

"did you know that there is a french chocolatier called henri le roux. they make caramels and filled chocolates. we should go," i suggest.

the boy laughs a genuine one. "you really read that entire guide book, didn't you?"

"if i had a suitcase i would love it very much. it would probably be a light yellow color for the positivity that we need. i would travel all around the world and every destination that i go to would been there on my suitcase with a little sticker. and when i see it arrive on the carousel i would run towards it and happily pick it up even if its heavy. because it shows that my adventure it beginning," i explain thoroughly. how much i would love to travel everywhere.

he stares at me, a small glisten in his eyes like he's witnessed a miracle of some sort. the tall brunette brings me closer to his body until there's no space. his head on shoulder, resting there while mine is engulfed in his chest. the familiar scent of his cologne surrounds me as we're wrapped our arms around each other.

"don't die," he pleads.

"i won't,"

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