Finding You

Chapter 28 (Pt. 1)

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When I stepped off the plane at LAX for the first time in almost a year, I was almost sure that I would be be back at the airport wishing for my flight back to New York to takeoff already. But now, staring out of the window in my old room the morning of the day that my flight is supposed to depart from LA borders, that original statement couldn't be further from the truth.

When I arrived in LA, I was terrified that all the memories of him would flood back in an instant, and that I would go back to being that broken girl that I've been trying to mend for the past few months. I was terrified that I would be sucked under by his hold on me again due to my plethora of guilt and shame. But instead, it was as if my body felt the familiarity of this place I used to call home. It knew that this was my safe haven, no matter how impersonal LA may feel, and no matter how many unwelcome memories crept into my head again. I embraced them, and that I was something I just couldn't do in the busy streets of New York.

This trip has been interesting; to say the least. But I wouldn't have had it any other way. I got to see family I hadn't seen in years. I got the closure I needed with friends, and realised that sometimes, old friends are meant to remain where they existed during that necessary period of your life. I got to see Mac after being separated from him for a year, which–due to our inconsistent visits–would make leaving him 1000 times more difficult.

On Monday, I return to NYD. I missed it more than I could've ever imagined. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder, because I can't wait for Madame's rich French accent to tell me that my footing is worse than Donatella Versace's plastic surgeon. Not being able to dance this week felt like a child being stripped of their favourite toy. Not to mention, Sophie's first week back had to be the week I was given a break.

One thing I am excited for when I return to the Big Apple is seeing my friends. They'd become such a normal part of my day that waking up in a completely city knowing that I couldn't see them for another few days was weird to adjust to. It's hard to imagine a time when these people standing around the kitchen island were people I thought I'd spend the rest of my days hanging out with. It's even harder to imagine a time when my current friends were not a part of my life.

My flight leaves for New York at 15:00pm. My body has decided to be a bitch and wake me up at 7:30am, which may make it seem like I have plenty of time to get out of bed and get ready –however, I made the unfortunate mistake of leaving packing my bags for the last day, of course.

Sighing, I drag myself out of the warm covers before wrapping myself in my grey gown. I hit the bathroom to freshen up before sauntering downstairs, suddenly craving a cup of coffee in my own. When I enter the kitchen, however, I shove my wish under the rug when I notice Angie sitting at the island, also sitting in a gown but with her hair secured in a tight, messy bun. She doesn't even realise that I'm here as she stares intensely at the fruit bowl, her mind being 1 000 miles away.

"Good morning," I announce, walking over to the Nespresso machine.

My words startle Angie out of her daydream and she shakes her head before looking at me, shooting me a haphazard smile. "Good morning. You're up early."