"Sometimes, the wrong choices bring us to the right place."
That's what happens to Charlotte Swansea, a student from one of the best University in the world, a very great ballerina, and a poor decision maker.
Being pregnant on her second year of c...
The sound of thumping feet wakes me up from my sleep. I half wonder if I'm still dreaming as I slowly uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and it's blinding me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my eyes with my knuckles. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. Now I'm awake, perhaps more fully awake than before. I look around to find the body that slept next to me last night isn't there. I jump out of the bed, walking outside the room to find Adam.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Adam greets, approaching me and planting a little kiss on my head. "I forgot to tell you that I'll be going to Kenya for the next week."
Kenya? I must be still dreaming. He sounds like he's talking rubbish.
"Kenya?" I ask, making sure that what I heard is true.
"Yeah," he answers, putting his clothes inside the bag. "It's for the medical students associate programme. Only for a week and I'll be back and I'm going to spoil you like never been before."
I stand in silence, looking at him packing his bag. My mind is a little bit confused right now. It feels so sudden that he has to go across the country for a week without any warnings.
"You'll be fine, sweetheart," he assures me, caressing the side of my arms.
"I know I'll be fine," I'm walking away from him. "But it's so sudden."
"I know. I'm so sorry," the corner of his lips forming an upside down smile. His warm teddy-bear brown eyes don't leave mine. I know he feels a slight guilty to leave me but I can't hold him back.
"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes but end it with a smile. Adam is jumping in joy, knowing that he already gets permission that he doesn't really have to ask.
"Alright then. I'm going in half an hour how about I drive you home first?" Adam suggests. I nod in return, not giving any voice.
"Actually, I'm going to the airport with you, if that's okay?" I consider.
"Are you sure?" Adam asks.
"Yes," I say, turning away from him. "I'll go get ready."
By the time I finish getting ready, Adam is waiting on the couch, playing with his phone.
"Adam," I speak, trying to get his attention. He then turns his head towards me. "Let's go."
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"Let's go."
I walk myself to the car as Adam locks his flat door. There's a slight feeling of disappointment inside my chest. But I try my best not to show it. I look up to the sky, this morning is soothing lavender and brilliant amber, the colours merge into neon pink and peach. But it feels grey to me, remembering Adam will leave to Kenya in half an hour.
I press my head on the car window, watching the streets changing its unfinished paintings from the redbrick houses to high grass. People are walking peacefully on the pavements, some of them putting their phones close to their ears, some holding hands with their partners, and some is walking alone. The car ride is mostly quiet. I don't even have any idea what am I going to say.
After he parks the car on the parking lot, we walk ourselves to the main door of the airport. At this early hour, the airport is as serene as it ever is. The people move with ease, quiet rivers of humanity freshly roused from their slumber. Some small groups will sometimes stop, saying goodbyes to their relatives, but some others will flow around the outside and continue on their way.
As we walk inside the airport, I can see big plasma screens of arrival and departure times on the wall of the airport. People are already lining up at the check-in desk with suitcases and baggage and I can see some small group of people waving at our direction. It must be Adam's friends.
"There you are!" Says one of his friends, a girl with blonde hair. "I thought we would leave without you."
The girl slings her arms around Adam's neck, making me cringe and asking who the hell is this girl. There are five of them, I slowly observe them one by one. There are 2 boys and 3 girls. If you add Adam, the number will be even.
"Guys, this is Charlie, Charlie this is Amber, Kate, Roger, David, and Carol," Adam introduces me to his friend. To be honest, I don't really care about them. But now I know who's playing bitchy with my boyfriend. It's Amber.
"Hello," I fake a smile and wave.
"Alright, let's go then," Roger says, leading the team to the check-in desk. Adam is still standing next to me.
"Please be careful," I say trying to hold back the river in my eyes. "Please keep in touch."
"I will, Charlie," He walks up to me slowly and pulls me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace is warm, the gentle embrace that still gives you space to breathe, and his big, strong arms seem very protective when wraps around my frail body. The world around me melts away as I squeeze him back, not wanting the moment to end.
I break our hug and look up at him to find his sparkling eyes as I move my head closer to his. Adam rests his forehead on mine and we both close our eyes. Adam gently leans in and kisses my lips. He holds my head in his hands and pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss and my hands work their way around his body, feeling each line along his perfect body. As we pull apart and open our eyes, we stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. No words are spoken we know it is our quick goodbye.
Adam pulls me for another hug, leaning in on my ear and whispers, "Take care, Charlie. I love you."
My heart skips a bit as I hear him saying that. It's been a long time since I waited for him to say that and the tears that I've been holding falls down like a waterfall. "I love you more, Adam."
We break our hug again and he wipes the tears away from my face. "Don't cry, I'll be back soon you won't even realise I've gone."
I chuckle at his statement, watching him leaving with his friends leaving a hollow feeling inside my chest. I always hate the idea of leaving, it's killing me as sure as a dagger can stop a beating heart. It isn't easy even when it's the only option available. I wave the last goodbye as he slowly vanishes into the boarding room. I turn away from the sight of him, walking back to his car. The steps that I take forward on these sleek silvery tiles of the airport terminal are trembling but I know I have to move forward.
