I looked up at the ceiling, the bright LED lights hit my eyes, making me squeeze them shut. Now that my they were closed, all the brightness around me was suddenly engulfed by a peaceful darkness. The voices around me started fading as I allowed myself to lean backwards and rest my head against the AC-chilled walls, letting the heaviness of my thoughts consume me, piece by piece, detaching me from the present world.

Funnily enough, out of nowhere, my thoughts wandered off to a self-drawn image of a painter, who had been cautiously spending hours, trying to produce a correct shade of a specific color on his palette to give life to the scene of a sunset framed at the back of his mind, over his canvas. I thought about how every time he lets his brush dance over the canvas and ends up getting frustrated just because the results don't stand up to his expectations and how every time, he coats the rough surface with layers of white paint again and again to hide behind the imperfections. Instead of trying all over again, he was keen on over-coating his flaws.

Everyone has issues. Everyone has their flaws.

You can let those cracks break you, or you can fill them with gold.

A smile, all of a sudden, ambled over my lips, causing them to curl upwards as the sound of her pretty voice from a long-lost memory reverberated in my head. I concentrated on the picture of her face before my eyes, as she repeated the same words back from the day at park. The same day, when I started falling for her. The same day when I should've been me instead of coating my lies with even bigger ones.

There are different kinds of liars in this world.

The harmless ones,

The compulsive ones,

The politicians,

And then,

there's me.

Growing up in this weird, manipulative, flimsy and full of shit-world without a potential mother-figure and a sort of ignorant father was a tough task. While, growing up as a rich brat who never heard 'no' in mere few years of his existence was even tougher.

She was the first one to take me for granted. Not that I minded.

So, I'll tell you what my story is.

I met a girl.

I hated her with all my heart. Or at least I tried.

I fell for her.

I tried to step back but ended up weaving a web of lies.

"Would you.......please stop rocking back and forth....?" A sleepy voice, almost a whisper, drew my attention towards them. My gaze dropped over my lap where my best friend, who was supposed to help me out, rested his head, drifted off in deep slumber. A sour expression crawled on my face immediately after I noticed a pool of drool over my lap, dripping off his mouth.

"Get off me, man! You are the definition of gross!" I almost abruptly screamed causing the people at the airport to look at me for almost a quarter of a minute. I waited for Jaxon to lift the weight of his head, off my lap. He finally stood up and sat still, rubbing his eyes, still yawning like a buffalo.

"What is it, bro? Am I not allowed to sleep now?" he said in between his yawns making me grit my teeth in irritation.

"Sure, you are but you're not allowed to break my lap with that heavy skull of yours! And that drool? Holy crap! What if something happens to my thigh, huh? What about it then, huh?"

He suddenly pulled up a bored expression. "It's not going to burn a whole in your thigh. Anyway, what's about a thigh? Is there any secret Gucci mark or something? Let me check-" I slapped his hand off before he could touch me once again.

"Hey, I had a question for ya....." Jaxon said thoughtfully.

"Shoot." I said as I glared at him.

"See, you are my bro and she's just like an older sister even if she's two months younger, it doesn't matter, then, wouldn't you and her be illegal? I mean it's practically ince-"

"Don't complete that sentence." I successfully cut him off before he could complete that nasty sentence that made him snicker.    

I crackled my knuckles for a few seconds before letting my eyes rest in my wrist watch.

It was late.

"You definitely had some chocolates, didn't you? That's why you're so extra today." he commented plainly just after having a good minute-long look at my face. I remained silent as I watched him burst into a fit of laughter. Jax had his eyes closed as he clenched his stomach.

"Man, you're whipped." His words made me groan in frustration. As weird as it may sound but I never in my life liked the taste of chocolates. They were too sweet, too bad for my body and of course, her favorite.

"Now, Now, Now-" I heard Jaxon mutter as harshly cupped my cheeks between his palms, "Let me see what drug my blue-eyed boy is high on?" he inspected my face, sometimes casually stretching the corner of my mouth wide open, making me want to puke.

"What is wrong with you, Jax?" I barked but he didn't even flinch a little.

"Exactly!" he gritted his teeth together, "What is wrong with you?"

I just stared at him blankly, waiting for him to complete. "You're acting all lovesick and lousy! Remember you're at an airport since the past five hours and for a purpose! Now are you going to sit back and do nothing? What if she never stays?"

I looked at him but my mind was busy assessing how right he was. "Don't worry Jax, I never lose. I'll make her stay somehow even if not physically."

The corner of my lips twitched, curling into a smirk that often housed over them.

Even though I might have not had the best upbringing but I guess growing up as a selfish-brat had its own edge. I never had learnt to let go of a person I was supposedly in love with.

If you love them, don't let them go. Give them a reason to stay.