(click here for the prologue.)
"i hope you know that all my life, i’ve been searching for a wife; a partner and a confidant, the girl who wants the things i want. a girl who doesn’t come along, ‘cause she’s already where i’m going. i stand upon a broken stage. i beg ‘ya darling, please please wait. wait for me, i know it won’t be easy." x
For once in my life, I have no words to speak. Most of the time, I barely ever shut my mouth; it’s a nasty habit of mine, speaking much more than needed. I have a tendency to ramble on and on, and most times than not, I need someone to tell me to shut up before I actually do it myself. As I sit here, eyes shut tight and hands wringing amongst themselves, a heavy, burdened sort of feeling sets over me. Everything in the world drones out; the only thing I can hear is the quiet humming of Jack next to me, and the only thing I can feel are the light patterns that he traces on my forearm. I slowly open my eyes to be greeted with the scenery of an airport, and a horrible gush of realization hits me. He’s leaving today. He’s really leaving.
I bite my lip as I cock my head to the side, to find Jack’s head tilted back, his eyes shut. At this point, I try my absolute hardest not to break down. These are after all, my last few moments with him for a little while and the absolute last thing I’d want is for him to see me as a sobbing mess. Not to mention that Johnson, and Sam were seated directly on the other side of him, quietly chatting amongst themselves.
I’m thankful however, for one particular thing — Sam. He’d decided to skip out on the tour, feeling as though his spot along side the boys just wasn’t something he really wanted this summer. At least I’d have one of my best friends here with me. God knows how I’d survive if Sam had decided to go on tour with them.
My eyes are still latched onto Jack’s face, drinking in his features. My eyes trail down his defined jawline, remembering all the kisses that I’ve peppered down along it. Then my gaze curves its’ way up to his lips; soft and supple, in a naturally pouty stage. His lips were by far my absolute favourite feature of his. I’ve explored every inch of his body, but nothing could ever beat his lips. Before I could even begin to continue taking in his facial features, I hear the dreaded droning voice over the intercom, calling for his flight. My heart immediately drops to my stomach as I watch his eyes fly open and find mine. The thing I said about refusing to cry at the airport? Yeah, well, screw it.