He's gone.
He's gone.
He's gone.
No matter how many times i repeat it, i can't force myself to believe it. So now i stand, alone in the middle of an airport, watching a cold piece of lifeless metal taking niall away.
Taking my niall away.
I don't care about the tears rolling down my face right now, all i care about is him, the boy that i have come to love. Yes what he did was horrible and i shouldn't be so quick to run back to him. It's going to take time to fix this mess of a situation, but I'm willing to take as much time as i need to have him in my arms again.
It's not like I've forgiven niall completely, i just can't stand the thought of life without him.
Without him.
Even saying the words makes the tears stream harder and faster.
I finally get the strength to wipe my tears away when his plane is no longer in sight, and i think.
Think about the way his face looked when he spotted me, or the way his mouth slightly opened.
I know he saw me, but why didn't he try to get to me?
I ponder myself with this question the whole way throughout the airport.
Why didn't he make an effort to get to me?
Perhaps I'm overthinking it a bit much.
Perhaps niall didn't want to get me.
Or perhaps niall is done with me. I'm not sure his reason, but i know that soon I'll be home, and soon I'll be only a phone call away from hearing his voice.
The only problem is, will i have enough strength to press call?
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