Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork [COMPLETED]

Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork. Chapter 23

Chapter 23. Never Let Go

"I'm on Flight A385" Carter sighed, holding out his ticket.

"What does the A stand for?" I asked, eying the planes out the window.

"Australia? Amazing? Amusing?"

"Asshole?"

He laughed and pulled my hand hanging by my side to his. I almost lost it then and there. Where would I be without his touch? Without his voice, without him right next to me?

"How can I live?" I muttered, lost, frightened.

Carter caught my new topic with a breeze, and grimaced. "By waiting for me when I get back."

Those eyes, those goddamn eyes, found mine, and a million of emotions connected between us. "I'll wait," I promised. 

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "I know you will."

There wasn't much to say then, and after a while of beautiful not-talking, we wandered over towards the airport shops, aimlessly looking through the items. Prices sure were through the roof at airports, I discovered. Five dollars for a magnet? I sneered as I picked it up. Across from us, at Tim's Terminal Teahouse, sat the Jard-Blossum family. Gwendylin and Fredrick Jard were across from each other, both sipping white crockery cups and looking at each other intently. They didn't seem worried or scared, or upset, like I was. They were both calm, responsible, I saw something passed between them, something geniune. Just then, all my prejudice towards the Jard-Blossum family vanished.

Because I saw love.

"Where's Eliza?" I asked Carter, still openly gaping at the couple. Was that what Carter and I would look like in all those years to come Still in love?

"Asleep. She had, uh, a big night last night."

"Got it," I said. After-parties for Eliza Jard always required a recovery day, And hangovers seemed to be her speciality. "She didn't even want to say goodbye?"

"Nah. To be truthful, I'm not going to miss her anyway," he said.

I smiled, the  first smile all afternoon. I wasn't happy today, not at all, because the word hovering on my mind, the word on everyone's lips, was goodbye.

I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.

"Take me with you," I almost pleaded, looking up to him with beseeching eyes."I don't care about missing out on school, or anything else."

He looked at me guiltily, and swallowed back something in his throat. "I can't, you know I can't."

"Why not."

"I told you."

"Tell me again."

He turned his head away, pursed his lips together and slowly looked back at me. "Because the Australian Government are being asses and won't let me take a foreigner back with me."

"They're being asses, are they?"

His nose scrunched up. "I didn't mean that. I hope they don't throw me in jail."

"Take me with you," I repeated and wrapped myself around him, not even caring about all the people walking past and giving us the skank eye for our public display of affection.

He looked grave, like he was struggeling. It was a horrible sight. "Don't do this to me," he groaned.

I grimaced. "Fine. But you have to text me, and we have to Skype. And no hooking up with hot Australian girls."