Thinking of You

Arianne’s Perspective

As I waited in the departure lounge, I couldn’t help but glance around occasionally. As upset as I was, I almost hoped he’d come to say goodbye. There was nothing he could say that would make me turn around and stay in Maryland, but it would’ve been nice to get some closure.

“Flight 6593, non-stop to Phoenix, now boarding,” I heard over the intercom.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and joined the line of people waiting to board. Before the stewardess scanned my boarding pass, I took one last furtive glance behind me, but there was no sign of Zack. I sighed and thanked the lady who scanned my boarding pass and wished me a nice flight and walked onto the plane, taking my seat.

Luckily, I had a window seat, so I could look out the window during my five and a half hour flight and watch as I soared through the sky to my new home.

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Zack’s Perspective

I sat in the departure lounge, my head in my hands.

“What do I do now?” I asked helplessly to no one in particular.

“Get on the next flight to Arizona, dumb ass!” Alex said.

“Alex, she left without saying goodbye. She obviously doesn’t want me following her there,” I pointed out.

“Then why did she give you her flight info?” Alex asked.

“Good point.”

I went to the ticket counter and got a ticket on the next available, which departed at three PM, and I also booked a rental car and called Stephen to let him know I was coming. I went home and packed and said goodbye to the guys at the terminal

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I arrived in Phoenix in the late afternoon, so I picked up my rental car and headed to my hotel. I sat on the bed and called Stephen.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He asked.

“Not much. How’s Arianne?” I asked back.

“She’s okay. She’s up napping in the guest room,” he told me.

I sighed.

“Zack, you really broke her,” he said.

“I know. Can I come over?” I asked.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Maybe tomorrow after she’s rested a bit,” Stephen suggested.

“I guess you’re right, dude.” I sighed.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Whatever’s meant to be, will be.”

“God Steve-O, you’re such a girl!” I joked.

“Shut up, asshole. Wanna go out tonight?” Stephen asked.

“Nah, I think you should stay with Arianne in case she wakes up.”

“Good call. Later, man.”

“See ya tomorrow,” I said and hung up.

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