The War on Love

Chapter 6

I stand in the line to get my bags checked. I go back overseas today. So, here I am, in my fatigues, hair up in the regulation bun, and feeling absolutely miserable. I haven't heard from Thomas in a week. Not since the premier. Not since we had the fight. I've texted and called him dozens of times, all of which, get ignored.

My heart aches just thinking about him. I lost my best friend because I was too ignorant to figure out how he felt and how I felt. That night, after he left, I broke down, right then and there. I don't cry often but, I don't know, it just hurt so bad, seeing him walk out the door. Out of my life. I didn't realize how much I needed his companionship until it wasn't there anymore.

I take an earbud out of my ear and stiffen when I feel a hand on my butt. I glare at the boy behind me who was dressed in similar fatigues. "That is my butt. Remove your hand from my butt before I cut you, Hale," I warn him.

He rolls his eyes and moves his hand. "Damn, Taylor. Aren't you in a bitchy mood today? Is it that time of month? Do I need to get you a tampon?"

I snarl and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him down to eye level. "I'd shut your trap, Hale. Or else you'll wish I was just on my period," I say dangerously calm. I shove him away and put my earbud back in its place as my bag gets checked. This has basically been my personality for the last week. I couldn't help it. I was mad. When I get mad I get mean. I was mad that I let everything I ever could've asked for just slip through my fingers. I was mad at my ignorance. I wasn't mad at Thomas. He didn't do a thing except state his mind.

I walk through security. Then, down the hall towards my terminal. My eyes scan the crowds, hoping for the chance to see him one final time. I'm about to give up hope. Then I see him. He's playing on his phone, leaning against the wall, a cup of coffee in his other hand. I smile brightly and jog towards him, my backpack thumping against my side. "Thomas!" I shout.

He looks up at the sound of his name. His eyes land on me. His normally shining brown eyes are filled with sorrow and hurt. He looks away. "Leave me be, Emmalyn," he says quietly when I reach him.

"Thomas, I'm sorry! Please, don't leave!"

"You're leaving. Why can't I?" This leaves me speechless. I never thought about it like that. "I'm going home, Emmalyn. Back to England. I mean, what's the point of waiting around for a girl you have no chance with?" He's called to boarding. "Goodbye, Emmalyn. For good," he says quietly as he leaves to board.

I stand there for five minutes after his flight leaves. I can't believe that was it. That was the last time he would ever talk to me. That was the last time I would ever see his beautiful eyes. I didn't have any doubt in my mind that he would never try to contact me again. I couldn't blame him. I broke his heart.

"C'mon, Taylor. Our flight leaves soon," Hale says softly in my ear, pulling me down the hall.

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I have my music blaring through my ears the entire flight. I stare absently out the window until the lights dim. I frown, taking my earbuds out and putting my phone in my bag. I rest my head back and force myself to doze off.

I'm awoken hours later by Hale shaking my shoulder. "Taylor. We're here. Get up, Sleeping Beauty."

I release a groan and stretch my arms and legs. I stand when the plane lands and grab my bag. I'm having trouble walking, my feet fell asleep... Thomas would've put his hands on my shoulders, steadying my walking. I frown at the thought. I shouldn't be thinking about him but I can't help it. I miss him. There. I said it. I miss him. I can't function right knowing that it's all over.

I make myself push all thoughts of him to the back of my mind. I can't afford him to be on my mind at this point.

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*Thomas's POV*

I grab the stack of mail out of the mailbox. It's been five months since I last saw Emmalyn. I kind of felt bad about leaving forever but it was the best for both of us. I didn't want to be hurt anymore.

I flip through the stack of mail on my way into the house. Bill. Bill. Another bill. Box. Bill. Wait. Box? I throw the rest of the mail on the table and take the box. It wasn't very big. About the size of a check box only flatter. I cut the tape and dump the contents onto the table. An envelope falls out. Then a glint of silver catches my eyes.

My jaw drops. I pick up the dog tag sitting on the table. Sure enough 'Taylor, Emmalyn G 33-2687-096 USAF B+ Christian' is stamped across a silver tag. I sit down on my sofa. Dear God, no. I choke back a sob. This hurts. I feel like my body is shutting down. When the tears come I do nothing to stop them.

I bury my face in my hands. Minutes pass. Then hours. My sobs grow into painful spasms. They eventually stop, only because I had nothing left to cry. I take out my phone and open Twitter. 'See you soon, love...' is all I tweet.

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A/N: I felt like updating again. I feel really mean after the past two chapters. But don't worry! It's not over yet! Our is it?? Mwa ha ha! Lol. Kidding. And by the way, that is a completely fake SSN used solely for the use of this story only. It's just random combination of numbers. Thanks for reading. Remember to comment and vote! -med_01