Restless Serenade

Part 3

"If I go with you, I'm just going to be another girl crying in an airport. How cliche."

Mi and I stood by the front door. It was too early, the sun just peeking between the blinds, making soft, glowy columns on the floor. His suitcases were packed and waiting, the leather jacket that he shared custody of with Alex, hanging over one of the handles. He held me close, hands clasped at my lower back, calloused thumbs rubbing up and down my spine there. It felt so good, I knew he could feel me shake every now and again from the touch. He leaned back to look at me, our hips fitting together like they had a thousand times before.

"I love a good cliche, let's you know the world has some consistency about it."

"Do you have everything? Plug converters? Socks? Lucky briefs?"

"I don't have lucky briefs." He scrunched his brow together.

"Everyone has lucky underwear." I insisted, just wanting to tease him one more time before he leaves.

"You don't get lucky, with lucky pants." His eyebrows wiggled up and down now, his smirk inviting me closer. I tilt my head to the side.

"That's somehow gross and sexy all at once." I tell him, I just wanna hear his laugh one more time.

"I don't need luck anyway, I've got Al. He's like a magic lamp. You just rub him and music comes out." His eyes cast to the ceiling, as if imagining the music swimming in the air.

"That's also somehow gross, and endearing at the same time."

There it was. The only thing I ever needed to hear. That stupid, wild, untamed laugh. He jostled me a little, swayed from side to side.

"I love yea." He sighs after he calms his cackles. I didn't want this to be over yet.

"Miles." I turn on my serious voice, hoping that will slow him down.

"Don't do that." He shakes his head, he's serious now too. It seems my tone had the opposite effect than I'd hoped. He knows what I'm doing, and he doesn't want to remember our goodbye this way. Neither do I, so I try again.

"Have fun. I know you will. Try and forget me for a little while."

I leaned in closer, hands on his cheeks, my thumbs ghosting over his mouth, his jaw, his nose.

"Impossible. Don't you dare go and do the same." He leaned in, touching his forehead to mine, my hands still caressing his face.

"Even if I wanted to, it'd never happen. Your magics' too deep under my skin lovely." I whisper to him.

"I dunno about magic." He rolls his eyes, his smirk telling me he knows I'm right.

"My magic man. My King Kane. The sun doesn't shine without you..." I wax poetic for a moment, hoping to lighten the mood. It only manages to make it heavier.