When Autumn gets accepted in the university of her dreams she cannot believe her luck. Her mind is only focused on her scholarship and getting her degrees.
But all those goals are put aside when she meets the notorious Nicholas Payne who is everyth...
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After that I march in the direction that the man gave me. When the back of my knee pulls stiff and stings in a shock, I know that I am putting too much pressure on it. Ever since I tore my cartilage in seventh grade at that practice it has never been the same. The voice in my head declares for me to just ignore it. That it will all go away soon. I halt in my steps when I notice Nick strolling with his father next to him. They both march quickly towards the gate since there is a crowd of people — assuming paparazzis — and bodyguards surrounding them.
“Nick! I am sorry. Please do not leave just yet! I need to talk to you! Nick!” I keep shouting for him on repeat but he does not see or hear me over the voices of the hundreds of people who swarm around him. He tries to evade the cameras that blink flashlights in his face so he picks up his pace to the terminal gates. Once he steps foot in it I know that it is all over. Whatever wr could have had. I bought a ticket for this. I drive all this way hoping to get a second chance to make things right at least before he leaves.
“I love you.” I choke out before my eyes flood with a rainfall of tears.
Hearts cannot just snap like a piece of a Cadbury chocolate bar or burst like a balloon that is overfilled with air. A heart breaks because of the heaving waves of a new disturbing, morbid reality that we cannot bear to accept. I am now doing more than just crying. It was the type of melancholic sob that comes from a person who has just been drained of all their energy, hope and ambitions.
I sank to my knees that are already in pain, but the physical pain I feel on them is not as bad as the emotional agony that stabs my heart. I do not even care that the floor is partially muddy due to the earlier precipitations that occurred outside. The mud dirties my favorite jeans, but they are not my favorite anymore. I lost my star. The only one that illuminates the whole cosmic sky. My gasping wails start to echo around the airport as people walk passed me while I sit on the freezing cold, tiled ground. The pain that flows from within me is as palpable as the frigid winter wind that is felt even in the airport.
After a couple of minutes of just weeping I decide to stand up and walk back around. I make it to the parking lot and sit on the hood of the car to think. When I check the time I am set off startled by the sound of fireworks going off around me. I am too late and I just missed him.
Maybe I could have been louder. Maybe then he would have heard me. I should have walked through that crowd. Thrown something at him. Sent him a freaking text for goodness sake! I keep telling myself but I know that they all would probably not have worked.
I could have hit someone wrong and gotten myself into trouble. I also remember that I left my phone back at home. I hate myself for walking out on his like that. I could have at least snooped my last kiss with him or slipped out that I loved him too. That I love him too. I gave not stopped. It is not the past. It is not yet history. I still love him, but now he will never know.
