The Light. [Troyler]

Chapter Thirty Six.

Chapter Thirty Six. "Is this goodbye?"

Troyes POV

It was eleven in the morning and after getting ready to leave and packing my carry on bag we were walking out the door to head to the airport.

Tyler grabbed my hand after locking the door, my luggage in one of his hands and my hand in the other. He lead me to his car, tossing my luggage in the back as I got inside. We had a comfortable silence going on between us, the dread of me leaving hanging in the air heavily. Tyler was obviously upset and didn't want to talk and I tend to stay quiet when I'm upset anyways.

"Fucking hell," Tyler mumbles to himself as some reckless driver pulled out in front of him. I grab his hand that was sitting in between us and he looks at me skeptically.

"I'm okay," He says, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than me. I just nodded and squeezed his hand again. He tried to look annoyed but him interlocking our fingers and him noticeably relaxing shows something totally different.

I rub soothing circles into his hand as we drive to the airport.

We were both far from okay and I could tell. I was close to tears, the tears building in my eyes the closer we get to LAX. The emptiness not having Tyler by my side for a whole month already close to consuming me.

We just started dating and now I'm losing him for a whole month. Skype doesn't do much when you know what it feels like to have their real lips on yours and hear their voice over more than a crappy speaker.

I wanted him, the real him. Not some bad quality image of him through a shitty webcam. I needed to have him in real life, his real arms wrapped around me.

(Bare with me here because I've honestly never been to an airport or even seen one in real life so this is going to be a bit wrong probably.)

All too soon we pull into the familiar busy LAX parking lot and I let out a huge sigh. I look over to Tyler as he maneuvers through the place carefully, his lips set into a tight line, sadness evident in his blue eyes.

I study his face as he drives, annoyance evident from his horrible road rage. Road rage that I'd never thought I'd miss but is already one of the many things that will torture me while we are away from each other.

Eventually we found a parking spot not to far away and we were just in an uncomfortable silence, waiting for the other to speak. Without a word Tyler takes the key from the ignition and gets out of his car. I follow him wordlessly to see him getting my bag from the trunk. He closes it with a slam, grabbing my hand before beginning to walk towards the building with my bag.

"I can get that you know." I say in an effort to make any conversation with him. He only offers me a half hearted smile before shaking his head no.

The only thing I can hear is my bag rolling on the floor as we walk to a place I now despised. I can feel my heart slowly crumbling into pieces as we get closer to my departure. I almost want to congratulate myself for keeping my tears in my eyes for so long.

We get to the entrance wordlessly, Tylers face getting sadder and sadder each step we take making it hard for me to even look at him.

He looked like a lost puppy who just got rained on and hasn't eaten in a few days. His eyes were dropping, only staring down at his feet as we walked and if I wasn't imagining things he had tears filling his eyes. His hand was clutching my luggage so tight his knuckles turned white. His lips were set into a frown, almost a pout, and again if I wasn't imagining things it trembled slightly.