"Sometimes a little heartbreak is a lesson, and the best

thing to do is just learn the lesson."

-- Jon Voight

BREAK-UP BLUES

I BLINKED MORE THAN ONCE, THE GEARS in my head turning while I tried to understand what was happening. All I could focus on was his blue eyes and how this could happen.

"I... Don't... Understand," the words came out choked and it was then that I felt it; the emotion in my throat nearly strangling me, the sting in my eyes and the sudden ache in my heart.

I searched his blue eyes for anything that meant he was joking, that he really didn't mean this. But, he couldn't meet my gaze. His eyes were down, focusing in on his feet, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans. There was something in the way he frowned that made my heart stumble.

He really meant this.

"Niall," I choked out his name. "Why? Tell me, please, I don't understand how you could..."

His eyes flew to mine the moment the words were out of his mouth, his blue eyes ablaze with anger. The sudden anger on his face, directed towards me, shocked me so much I stumbled back.

"How could I? How could you? I have done nothing but dote on you and be the best boyfriend I could be because that's what you deserved. Rae, the last straw was pulled and I don't think I can be happy in this relationship anymore."

My head was spinning with confusion as I tried to make sense of what was going on and understand what he was saying. What had I done that made Niall so unhappy, so hurt, that he'd break up with me? I didn't understand anything at all.

"Niall, please, tell me what-"

"No," he cut me off.

And I stopped speaking altogether.

It wasn't because he said no, it was the expression on his face that made me stop speaking.

He looked so broken. Those blue eyes I once loved because they nearly sparkled with happiness held so much pain in them--pain that I was causing. His eyes were glossy, tears on the verge of spilling over his pale cheeks. Never before had I seen Niall in such a state.

My lips were glued shut after that, my limbs frozen by my sides.

"Raevyn," he called me by my full name and I flinched. He even sounded broken. "I can't... I can't do this anymore, okay? Please don't contact me. I'm going back to Ireland on Monday permanently, keep the apartment if you want. I-I gotta go. Bye."

Niall pushed past me, his shoulder barely brushing mine. I didn't dare turn around and watch his retreating back. I knew that if I did, I would cry, and that's the last thing I wanted to do right now. Instead, I let him walk away, not moving until my feet began to ache. Then, I slowly made my way back to the apartment Niall and I used to share.

It was empty.

By the time I walked into the apartment, all of his things were gone, leaving me very few things with exception to the furniture and dishes. I bit down on my bottom lip as I looked across the apartment. So many good memories were implanted in this apartment. Ones of Niall and I baking, kissing, watching movies on the couch, watching him play his video games, listening to him sing and play on his acoustic guitar...

But there were also bad memories, too. Like the time Niall and I fought so badly I ended up sleeping on the couch for two nights, neither of us talking to the other. The screaming matches we've had over the past few months. The nights where things would end up shattered on the floor.

I could see it now, how our relationship started to sink. Like the Titanic, it was supposed to be beautiful and one of the best things I've ever experienced. But then one iceberg scratch against the side and we were sinking.

Niall's words echoed in my ear as I made my way to the bedroom, grabbing a couple pillows and blankets. I brought them to the couch, sitting down and pulling a pillow to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees.

"The last straw was pulled and I don't think I can be happy in this relationship anymore."

What had I done, though?

There had to be a point in our relationship where things tipped and the ship started sinking. There was a point where things started falling apart. Why hadn't I seen it, and why had I been so oblivious to everything? Niall used to be my world.

Everything felt so different now, I didn't know what to feel or what to do. We were together for so long that maybe it just felt... routine, being with Niall. Routine. Where in the relationship did the love and the emotion get pushed aside?

I sighed, pulling the blanket over my head and forcing myself to fall asleep.

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

"Rae, it's not that surprising," Tristan said, rolling his eyes. He looked unfazed, like the news of Niall and I breaking up was expected. This had shocked me.

I took a large step back, taking in her words. So he too saw the break-up coming? Was I really that oblivious to the relationship, to my ex-boyfriend? Just how fucked up had the relationship gotten? The news of my unawareness was a wake-up call, a fresh slap-in-the-face.

I blinked. "What?"

My best guy friend, Tristan, sighed and turned to face me, setting down the cup of coffee he was making. "You've been so weird these past few months, Rae. It was like you were in a daze. Nothing really mattered to you, including Niall. You were in your own little bubble and pushed almost everyone away, including me. I haven't seen you in weeks."

I frowned, swallowing the lump in my throat. I knew that something had changed with me, but I didn't think it was that much of a change. I hadn't realized that it had gotten so bad.

Tristan continued. "I mean, Cary tried to talk to you to see if you were okay and she couldn't even get through to you. I tried but you weren't returning my messages. Niall was the only one who could and you just kind of brushed him off. When you snapped at us, we stopped caring. I'm sorry, Raevyn, but you literally pushed everyone away. It's not a surprise that Niall left you."

Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My hand was pressed against my mouth in shock as I stared openly at Tristan. An apology was stuck in my throat, wanting to leave but it wouldn't budge.

I turned on my heel and ran out of his work place.

That's what I did.

I wasn't sure where I was going or where I was headed, but I just ran until I couldn't breathe and my muscles were burning with protest.

A sob was ripped from my throat as I bent over, my hands on my knees. Tears were still flowing freely down my reddened cheeks as the wind whipping my dark red hair around. The words, "my fault" were echoing in my mind over and over like a broken record player.

I'd been so focused on myself and what I wanted over the past few months that I'd shoved every one of my friends away and the love of my life, Niall. Something shifted in me and it was enough to make Niall unhappy in the relationship we were in for two and a half years, enough to hurt him and make him walk away from me.

Guilt and regret were drowning me and it was hard to reach through the surface to breathe. It was dragging me down deeper and deeper, making it harder to breathe.

When I'd managed to inhale deeply, I looked up to see where I managed to run. It was the local lake. And although it was October and far too cold to even dip a toe in the lake, I pulled my sweater closer to me and headed for the beach.

It was empty and that's just how I preferred it to be.

I sat down in the middle of the beach, feeling the cold sand beneath my jeans. The tears had stopped by now and I was relatively calm again. Resting my chin on my knees, I'd blankly stared out at the dark, choppy waters that washed up on the shore. It was calming me even more, my breathing nearly matching the rhythm of the waves.

How could I have gotten so wrapped up in myself that I pushed away everyone I cared about, more importantly Niall? He truly was the best boyfriend anyone could have; he listened to the things that mattered to me and when I needed to rant, he bought me small little gifts and treated me perfectly. This is how I treated him in return?

No wonder he left me.

I wondered once more when I stopped caring about Niall and started focusing solely on myself. Was it really because I got too comfortable in the relationship, that it begun to felt routine to me? If it really happened because of that... was it a good idea to let Niall go?

My heart ached and it was painful for him to leave for Ireland, but I also knew he missed his family. He missed the UK, as much as loved being here in America. Maybe I should let him go... he missed home, didn't he? I couldn't keep him from his family.

I sighed, closing my eyes tight.

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Sunday morning I bought some of the best jelly-filled donuts and a cup of white hot chocolate from Starbucks before driving over to Tristan's. I couldn't sleep at all last night, tossing and turn on the couch while thinking about Niall. And as terrible as it sounded, I wanted to talk to Tristan. Not only about Niall, but our relationship that I'd fucked over.

I felt really bad about what I did and wanted to smooth things over with him--hopefully with jelly-filled donuts and coffee. As skinny and light as he was, he loved eating jelly-filled donuts. Strawberry was particularly his favorite.

I knocked on his door a couple times and stepped back, biting down on my bottom lip. Tristan was fairly upset with me, I knew that. Brushing him off for a stupid reason was pretty terrible of me, but unlike Niall, I wasn't going to let Tristan go. We'd been best friends for four years. He was the rock in my life and I needed him through all the dark times.

The door swung open revealing a tired-looking Tristan. His lavender-dyed hair was disheveled and sticking up in tufts. His eyes were a little baggy, but otherwise, he seemed okay--just a little tired.

"Hi," I smiled sheepishly, holding up the box of donuts and coffee. "I come in peace."

A light smile appeared on his face and he opened the door a little further, stepping to the side. I stepped inside his house, handing him the coffee and box of donuts. He didn't hesitate in opening it and taking one out.

"I was thinking we could talk," I said.

He nodded his head while we chewed, and then motioned to the sofa. He took the donuts and coffee with him. I sat down on one end of the sofa while he sat on the other end, the both of us facing each other.

"So, I was doing a lot of thinking last night after I talked to you," I began, wringing my hands together nervously. "And I wanted to say I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry I got so caught up in myself and was being a selfish bitch. I know you guys were just trying to help, and I'm sorry I couldn't see that. I feel bad and I really want you in my life again. Tristan, you're my best friend and I don't want to go through life without you."

He finished chewing half-way through my little speech and waited a moment after I was done to speak. An eyebrow raised, he said, "You honestly think I wanted to stop being your friend because you pushed me away?"

I nodded my head, my cheeks burning.

I waited for the anger, for the pain in his voice, for the yelling, but there was nothing. Nothing but silence. Peeking up at him, Tristan has his hand covering his mouth. His shoulders were shaking and his eyes were squeezed shut.

And then, his hand dropped, his laughter ringing out and shocking me.

I blinked, staring at him with an open mouth.

I... what? Has Tristan lost his mind? I thought.

Tristan laughed--a deep belly laugh that shook your whole body--for a solid couple minutes. Whatever was going through his mind seemed to have amused him quite a bit. A light smile reached my lips, but I stayed quiet, waiting until he was done.

He wiped away the tears, chuckling softly. "Raevyn, don't you know? You're always going to be my best friend. I will never throw our friendship away for something so trivial. I was simply giving you space; if that's all you wanted, you should have just said so instead of snapping at me."

Relief washed through me and I flung myself at Tristan, hugging him tightly. I mumbled apologies through his grey t-shirt, not letting him go until I felt him pull away. An amused smile was tugging at his lips when I peeked up at him.

"You're really not mad?"

He shook his head, still smiling. "'Course not. I've forgiven you long ago."

I wanted to hug him again, but thought against it. He probably got his fill of hugs from me for a while. Instead, I reached over and grabbed a jelly-filled donut, taking a couple small bites from it.

"Hey, by the way, what are you going to do about Niall?" he asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing. He hasn't been to Ireland in a while so I figured I'd let him go. I can't keep him from seeing his family."

Tristan gaped at me. "What?! You're just going to let him walk away? Raevyn!"

"What else can I do, Tristan? What I did hurt him. And he told me never to contact him again. I can't be selfish to keep him away from his family."

"You're going to let two and a half years go to waste because you refused to let him go?"

I shook my head. "No, it's not like that. When I said I was thinking, I was also thinking about Niall and I's relationship. I felt too comfortable in the relationship, enough that I let everything feel like it was a routine. Somewhere along the line, the relationship stopped being about emotions and love. I just think that if the relationship got to that point, maybe it's best if we do break up. I mean, the relationship could only get worse in the future."

It was my brain talking, and I knew that. It hurt so much to say it'd be best if Niall and I broke up. It wasn't what my heart wanted, but I wasn't using my heart. My brain made much more sense this time. I refused to hurt Niall again and the best way to prevent him from getting hurt from me in the future is to make sure we don't have a future.

"What about the two years you spent with Niall?" Tristan questioned me. "If you truly do feel that way, then what are you going to do about the years you spent with Niall?"

"I..." the words were stolen from me and the air was knocked right out of me.

The two and a half years I spent with Niall were the two best years of my life, I knew that. No one else would look at me the way he did when I was covered head to toe in flour and cake mix, with complete and utter adoration. No one would make my heart skip a beat when I heard them sing, because no one else sounded like Niall and no one would look the way he did when he sang. No one else would love me the same way Niall did.

And that's when I realized the most important thing: no one would ever make me feel the way Niall did--happy, complete and alive.

I whispered, "I'd cherish the two and a half years we spent together."

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Although I couldn't sleep Sunday night, my eyes popped open around eight-thirty in the morning. They fell on the clock on the wall and I watched the numbers change for a few minutes until I realized what day it was.

Today was Monday. Today Niall was going home to Ireland.

Slowly, realization dawned on me. Ireland was across the damn globe and more than ten hours away (by flight and depending on where you were headed). The only boy who managed to steal my heart and actually make me feel like he was meant for me was flying on a plane while I was going to do nothing and let him leave my life--possibly forever.

I bolted off the couch, running at top speed to my bedroom. I was ripping my pajamas off and hopping out of them as fast as I could. My hands touched the first clean pair of jeans in sight and a top hanging off the edge of the bed. I was dressed under two minutes--a personal best, I'd say, if I wasn't in such a hurry to see Niall.

I left my red hair down, brushing past my shoulders, and swiped my wallet, passport, and apartment keys from the counter as I rushed outside. And then I stopped in my tracks as I stared at down the hallway.

I don't drive. Fuck!

Immediately, I walked inside to call Tristan. Even though it was early in the morning, I knew he wouldn't be upset at all about why I was waking him up so early to drive me to the airport. I found my phone on the coffee table and picked it up, dialling my friend's number by heart.

It rung four times before he answered, grumbling quite angrily. "Dammit, Raevyn, why are you calling me this early?"

"I need a ride," I said defeatedly into the phone.

"For what? It's eight-thirty in the morning."

"Niall..."

A blush was lighting up my face and for once in my life, I was glad Tristan wasn't here to tease me about it. There was a moment of silence on the other line before I heard a light thud followed by a grunt.

"I'm okay!" Tristan yelled into the phone. "I'm okay. I fell and tripped over that stupid cord in the hallway. Anyhow, I'm on my way. Just let me put on a shirt and shoes and I'll be over as fast as I can."

Though I knew he'd come and pick me up, I still felt relieved. "Thank you, Tristan, so much."

"Dude, I'm going to help my best friend get the love of her life back. It's awesome. I feel giddy, like a school girl. This is almost like the end of one of those romantic movies, isn't that great? You're like living the movie life."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Shut up and get over here, Tristan."

I hung up and slipped my phone into my pocket, picking my stuff back up. After turning off the lights and locking the door behind me, I exited the apartment and made my way towards the first floor. I was impatient to see Niall and talk to him, but I couldn't simply rush Tristan. It was one of his pet-peeves, actually. He couldn't stand it, so I tried not to rush him any time, especially now.

Five minutes passed before Tristan pulled up to the front of the apartment. A huge, eat-shitting grin on his face and I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face. I did feel a little bit giddy, but mostly nervous and downright terrified.

I climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut behind me.

"Come on, let's go catch your prince charming!"

"Yes, start your noble steed."

The airport was a fifteen minutes away and the closer the time reached nine o'clock the more worried I was we wouldn't make it in time; Niall's plane took off at ten-thirty and going through the security line--not to mention buying the ticket--would take a while.

I tapped my foot impatiently, biting down on my lip as I watched the scenery pass us by. It was starting to rain, the droplets hitting the windows and roof harder and harder as time passed.

I was so worried that Niall would turn me down again, that maybe I pushed things too far this time. But no matter what he wanted, I could not let him leave America without letting him know how I felt. It would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life to let him leave without talking to him.

"Raevyn, it'll be okay," I felt Tristan's hand on my forearm. I tried to smile but it came off as a grimace. "Trust me, all right? No matter what you do, I'll be by your side. And at the end of the day, you're going to be able say you spoke your heart and did what was right. Okay?"

The words that came out of his mouth were truthful. No matter how the day ended, I'd still have Tristan by my side. And I could say that I tried to get Niall back, that I did say I was sorry and other mushy words I couldn't wait to say to him.

I sighed, nodding my head. "You're right. I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

"It's okay, Rae. Just breathe and relax."

I listened to Tristan, focusing on breathing deeply and exhaling as calmly as I could. It worked; the the sound of the rain pounding against the car also helped a little. Before I knew it we were driving towards the airport parking garage.

It took us five minutes to find a decent parking space, but when we did I hurriedly grabbed my passport, wallet, and keys. I turned to open the door and nearly run to catch up with Niall, but Tristan stopped me, placing a hand on my forearm.

"Good luck, Raevyn. Go catch Prince Charming," he smiled.

And then I was off, running towards the closest entrance to the airport.

The only way I navigated my way through the airport successfully without getting utterly lost was with the blue signs overhead, telling me where I could check in and such. When I got through to the main part of the airport--where the security line started, where you dropped your baggage off, etc--I had to slow down a bit, but I was walking fast enough to pass as a light jogging.

Scowls were thrown in my direction when I shoved past people a little too hard but I managed. I stepped in a random line, not caring which airline I was in. As long as I got a plane ticket and past the security line, I didn't care where I was going.

"One way ticket to Ireland, please," I spoke.

My words were rushed and I was panting a little, but I immediately took out my bank card. I knew it was going to be expensive--way more expensive than I wanted it to be--but I could have cared less if it meant Niall was going to be back in my life.

"Well, we have an airline going to Shannon that's boarding in an hour and ten minutes, would that be all right?"

"Yes, fine, that's fine," I snapped. Couldn't she go a little bit faster?

The woman asked me a few other questions like baggage, if anyone else was coming with me, and my passport information, which I answered her possibly more rude than necessary. But I was in a rush and I could feel the time coming closer and closer.

"All right. The total is one-thousand eight-hundred and ninety-eight dollars."

I gaped. Almost two-thousand dollars! I bit down on my lip. I had the money, but it was all the money I'd been saving up for some classes to take at the local college. Shit.

I handed over my bank card, grimacing. Two minutes later, I held a printed out plane ticket in my hand. Snatching my bank card, passport, wallet, and keys, I rushed towards the security line. I grimaced when I saw it was long.

I hope I didn't miss his flight...

Through the next fifty minutes I had to practice my patience extremely well. I breathed deeply and exhaled, my eyes closed half the time. I tried to keep happy thoughts running through my head, but it didn't help that the time to when Niall's plane took off became closer and closer. By the time I reached the end of the security line, I was shaking with adrenaline and anticipation.

I took off my shoes and put them in a bin, along with my other belongings with exception to my plane ticket and passport. I showed off my passport like I was supposed to and then walked through the metal detector--it was a faster process than waiting in line for fifty minutes, at least.

I rushed towards the belt and waited until the bins with my belongings in it came out. I snatched my shoes, slipping them on carefully, before I grabbed my things and walked fast and towards Niall's gate.

After a couple minutes, I took off, weaving in and out of groups of people. I got a few stares but they barely registered as I rushed towards his gate number, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It pushed me farther when I wanted to stop and breathe.

Not yet... Not yet, just a little bit further...

At some point, I broke out in a full sprint when the time ticked closer and closer towards the time the plane departed. There was no way I was letting him leave without talking to me. He had to hear what I had to say.

The gate numbers became increasingly close to the the one I needed to be at. Hope soared into my chest. Just a few more minutes and I'll be--

My feet staggered on something and I went flying forwards. The impact of hitting the hard floor had taken my breath away, leaving me struggling to breathe. I gasped, my hand flying to my throat as tears blurred my vision.

For a moment, I stopped completely to try and catch my breath. It was so hard to continue when my muscles were burning and aching.

No! What are you doing?! Go get him!

Stumbling to my feet, I picked my stuff up and began running again. This time, people made a small path for me for which I was thankful. My pace picked up just when I saw his gate number ahead. Less than a minute! Almost there, just hang on...

I staggered roughly to a stop just in time for me to see the waiting area gone and one last person leaving to board the plane.

"Wait!" I shouted, running towards the flight attendant. "Wait, wait, I have to see if someone-"

"I'm sorry," she held up her hand, a polite and apologetic smile on her face. "The plane is no longer boarding and I can't let you on."

My throat tightened and my vision blurred with unshed tears.

"You don't understand!" I cried out, gesturing to the plane outside. "I have to say I love you to someone on that plane right now. I have to say I'm sorry before he leaves for Ireland!"

"Ma'am-"

"I spent almost two thousand dollars on a plane ticket I'll never use!"

"Ma'am-"

"Don't! Just don't."

The tears rolled down my cheeks as defeat settled in. A sob ripped it's way from my throat and I started to back up from the flight attendant. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"That's fucking perfect," I muttered to myself, walking towards the wall and sliding down to the floor. "The only person I've ever loved is now leaving for Ireland and there's nothing I can do to stop him."

My shoulders shook violently as I cried into my hands. It was perfect--the one time I wanted to talk to Niall it had to be the morning he'd left. It was just my luck that his plane was departing before I could even get there. It could be karma coming back to bite me in the ass, too. I mean, I could deserve this after all what I put Niall through...

Through my lashes, I saw a pair of scuffed up shoes standing right in front of me. My eyes traveled up to see male hands holding out a package of Kleenex. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially now.

"Not now, okay?" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

I waited a couple moments but when he still didn't budge, I continued. "Didn't you hear me? Go away, I don't want to talk to anyone."

I felt another wave of hysterics on it's way, but I was trying to push it back down as much as I could. I wasn't going to cry anymore than I was in front of a complete stranger who would not leave me alone.

I snapped, looking up. "Are you effing deaf? I said-"

My mouth went dry as I stared up into a familiar pair of crystal blue eyes. Wiping away my tear-stained cheeks, I stood up clumsily.

"Yeah I know," he whispered, a corner of his mouth turning up slightly. "You said to go away. I don't listen sometimes."

My heart began beating louder and my hands were sweating profusely. I tried to wipe them against the back of my jeans, but it didn't do much good. I felt like a fish, my mouth opening and closing but words refusing to come out.

Niall looked tired and worn out. His blond hair was hidden under a random baseball cap, but I was almost positive it would still be disheveled and a mess. There was a blue shirt hidden under a zip-up gray sweater. A pair of worn out denim jeans were matched. He looked good, like always.

Inhaling a deep breath, I closed my eyes and gathered the courage to talk.

"I know that I've been really distant the past few months, and I am so sorry that I pushed you and everyone else away from me. If I had only stopped, taken a look around me, maybe none of this would have ever happened. But I am so sorry that it happened.

"And I know you told me not to contact you or anything, but I had to talk to you. I couldn't let you leave America without telling you how much I love you and how much I'd miss you. You're one of the fw who's ever understood me and been there for me, through thick and thin. You never left me no matter how dark shit got and how bad things were. You never even considered leaving me and I hurt you in return."

Niall took a step back, hurt flashing in his eyes, but my hand shot out to grab his wrist.

"Please, just let me continue. I need to say this, Niall, even if you don't want anything to do with me."

He bit his lip softly, but stayed quiet and in place.

"Point is, you were the best thing to ever happen to me. And I don't want to give up the two and half years we've spent together. I want to spend much, much more time with you in the future. That means I want to work things through with you and for us to become a better couple. I want us to last, okay?

"I just... I can't let you go to Ireland without asking for another chance to be with you. I'd regret it the rest of my life if I hadn't have come here."

His gaze softened, his hand dropping his duffle bag to the ground. Niall's hands cupped my cheeks and without hesitating, pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. My heart took off at an intense speed while fireworks went off inside my head, but I responded to the kiss with my arms wrapping around his neck and pressing my body against his.

I felt myself come alive in the kiss. It felt like a jolt of electricity. Everything came rushing back to me, including the feelings I had for Niall. There was this intense moment where, while I kissed him, all I could think about was Niall. How perfectly imperfect he was, his amazing laugh, how he tended to love food just as much as me... I was reminded once again why I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this boy.

It was enough for tears to spring to my eyes again, but this time, I didn't mind crying.

"I love you so much, Niall." I pulled away gasping for air.

Niall pecked my lips softly, then the corner of my lips, my cheek, my temple and then the middle of my forehead. His breath fanned my face as he pressed our foreheads together, his eyes shutting.

"Just as I love you, Raevyn."

A smile cracked on my lips in response, but I didn't move.

I wasn't sure how long we stood there, breathing and just being in each other's arms for once. But eventually, we pulled back. Niall wrapped his arm around my shoulder, steering us away from the gate.

"So, who did you get a ride from?" he asked as he pressed his lips to my temple again.

"Tristan, though I might have to call him to make sure he didn't leave my ass here."

Niall snorted, but then became quiet for a second. "Hey, do you want to meet my parents? I mean, you don't want to waste that two-thousand dollars you spent on a ticket, do you?"

A dark blush appeared on my cheeks, but I nodded my head anyway. "Yeah, I'd love to meet them."

The End

I accidentally got attached to Tristan, whoops. But this is dedicated to my best friend, KarinaNicoleFarris. I love you to pieces and I really, really hope you enjoyed reading this. Bout time I wrote you something. <3

PS: I kind of don't remember how the whole 'ticket' process thing worked cos that was at the beginning of the summer so what I go off is a mix between fake and what I remember from flying.