Mine (N.H)

2. Change Your Ticket

Change your ticket - One Direction
"Don't go, its not the same when you go
And its not good to be all alone"

ANNABELLE

"You can't leave me here, all alone" Brandon complains. "That nag who messed all day with my hair" staring at my hand, he drew a few circles on them with his fingers.

"Brandon" I look at him. My eyes fixed on me, his fixed on my hands. "I.."

"It'll never be the same" silence kept over us. We kept staring at each other. Words and feelings were clearly conveyed.

Watching tears in Brandon's eyes was the last thing I'd ever wanted to see. "Don't.." I hug him as tight as I could.

Suddenly my sister comes in with some of my jackets.

"I'll miss you Ann. I'll miss you so damn much. Our pillow fights, stalking guys on internet, Sunday brunch, midnight stories, pinky promises, tight lipped secrets-" she pauses "whom will I have, to do all this with?"

"Sorry for the interruption. Whom do you'll stalk?" Brandon confusingly looked at us.

"Don't..." I nod my head.

I give Angelina a sudden embrace. "I love you sis, I'll get back really soon."

The drive to the airport was filled with memories. It was an overemotional experience. I realized how much I'll be missing my parents, Brandon, Angelina, some friends, in fact the entire Chicago.

The garden where me and my sister played for hours together getting ourselves soaked in muddy waters, the way we played with Damian, my pet dog, who was no more, the way we stole a few chocolates next to the garden when the shopkeeper got busy. Every possible memory flashed infront of me.

My chest suddenly felt damp at a moment. I didn't even realize when tears escaped my eyes. Brandon noticed the occasional tears streaming down my face and cuddled me closer to him.

"Please call me up every single day." He mutters under his breath.

"Of course. I can't imagine being without you." I snuggle into his chest.

The first time I met Brandon, it was rib-tickling. I was about 4 years old and he was 5, perhaps. My mom took me to a nearby garden, where I saw him playing hide and seek with his friends, until he was chased by my Damian. Aw! I nearly died laughing that day.

Brandon was the first ever guy who won my trust. He was like caffeine, mild and addictive. A friend you could trust with all your heart. A person who could make you laugh uncontrollably. A person who could see the truth and pain in you even when someone gulled you. A person who always complimented that I was beautiful, even when I looked fugly. A person who was my other self. He was my best and the worst critic at the same time, as he told me everything, no mater whatsoever I felt. I was no less than fortunate enough to have him.

I'm here now standing outside the airport with my father, Angelina and Brandon. I'm flying to London. My mother has an important surgery so she couldn't come.

"Take care an-and anything happens just give me a call and here take note of this phone no. I've informed Dr. Huck that you'll be there. I-i-if you have any pro-blem you can always con-contact h-im." I could see my dad's eyes moisten up. His eyes were constantly flickering and making patterns in the air. They weren't meeting my eyes, which clearly said he was nervous. You could easily say he was too worried. I quickly give him a warm hug and assure him I'd be fine. "I'll be fine, dad!"