Sunday.
So Long, Ad Thanks For Everything.
His eyes were shimmering, he was on the verge of tears, but there was no way he was ever going to let you see a inkling of weakness in him, that wasn't allowed. How can he be weak when he's supposed to protect you?
"I have to go, and there's no way we can stay together this far away from each other Zack." You threw yourself at him and kissed his lips feverishly. "I love you. You've been with me since my first day in the US. You've taken care of me, but I have to go. We knew from the start my dad could be called back any time, we're lucky it lasted this long." Zack grabbed you by your waist and kept you in a tight hug as you tried to leave. The tears had been streaming down your face for hours now, the year you had had with him hadn't been enough, and your relationship had only kicked off in the last six months.
"You can't leave, I won't let you." His voice was cracking from where his face was buried in your hair. "I love you, you can't leave Baltimore, you can't leave me." You pulled away gently and kissed his forehead. The taxi horned blasted in your ears and kissed each other once more. The touching of your lips rang with goodbye and you knew there was nothing you could do about it. It was the end.
"I love you, Zack. I'll email you as soon as I get there." You pulled away and refused to look at him until you had closed the door of the cab. As he yelled your name you broke into a fresh wave of tears. He ran alongside the taxi until it had picked up too much speed. Turning, you saw him fall to the pavement crying, finally letting his emotions go.
The car ride to the airport was slow and dragged out. You watched the lights of the city you love speed past the cab window, each ribbon of light taking a piece of your heart with it. Your father reached over and grabbed your hand, whispering to you that everything will be okay, there was other boys, your old friends, the rest of the family. I was resilient that I wouldn't crumble further. Returning back home would be a good thing, you would make the most of it. You would be reunited with your old friends, you would be home in time to struggle through your GSCES and pass with maybe a C, hoping that with what the American curriculum taught you you'd be able to scrape through without repeating year 11. This would be a good thing, you were sure of it.
"I have to go, and there's no way we can stay together this far away from each other Zack." You threw yourself at him and kissed his lips feverishly. "I love you. You've been with me since my first day in the US. You've taken care of me, but I have to go. We knew from the start my dad could be called back any time, we're lucky it lasted this long." Zack grabbed you by your waist and kept you in a tight hug as you tried to leave. The tears had been streaming down your face for hours now, the year you had had with him hadn't been enough, and your relationship had only kicked off in the last six months.
"You can't leave, I won't let you." His voice was cracking from where his face was buried in your hair. "I love you, you can't leave Baltimore, you can't leave me." You pulled away gently and kissed his forehead. The taxi horned blasted in your ears and kissed each other once more. The touching of your lips rang with goodbye and you knew there was nothing you could do about it. It was the end.
"I love you, Zack. I'll email you as soon as I get there." You pulled away and refused to look at him until you had closed the door of the cab. As he yelled your name you broke into a fresh wave of tears. He ran alongside the taxi until it had picked up too much speed. Turning, you saw him fall to the pavement crying, finally letting his emotions go.
The car ride to the airport was slow and dragged out. You watched the lights of the city you love speed past the cab window, each ribbon of light taking a piece of your heart with it. Your father reached over and grabbed your hand, whispering to you that everything will be okay, there was other boys, your old friends, the rest of the family. I was resilient that I wouldn't crumble further. Returning back home would be a good thing, you would make the most of it. You would be reunited with your old friends, you would be home in time to struggle through your GSCES and pass with maybe a C, hoping that with what the American curriculum taught you you'd be able to scrape through without repeating year 11. This would be a good thing, you were sure of it.
Notes
Sorry it's short, I just wanted to you know, set it up a bit to begin with.Comment. Like. Subcribe :)
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11/25/13