And so the story begins. Like a story of the real life of a young man, or like a fictional character someone drew up, just a story for the imagination. This is for your own interpretation.
It was Saturday. No different than any other Saturday, making it unnecessary for any specific date to be given, it was just an ordinary Saturday like all the rest. He had spent a lot of his time roaming about mindlessly, with no specific intentions in his mind, just sort of drifting about. It was his natural way of life, he supposed, as he really didn't know any better.
The situation was predictable like always: he was upset because another friend was lost. This happened frequently to him, yet somehow, while he felt like it should hurt, and he showed that, for some reason he couldn't find the will to actually believe it. He felt like it was pointless to actually feel any pain out of it, just to move on. His reason was that "he had better things to do", though he knew it was a blatant lie. He had nothing to do, he had no hobbies, no job, and friends came few and far between. Those few friends he had, he trusted more than others, but even then he would admit his trust was limited. If he tried to calculate it, it was estimated around 80% for one person, and the rest were between 50-60%. His family was within that same range, no matter how close to him they might be; he developed this distrust over the years, feeling honesty wasn't something most people believed in anymore. But with his limited trust for family and friends, and no occupation of any kind, he was generally overwhelmed with more free time than he knew how to work with. But he still stood by his reasoning, feeling it made the most sense regardless of the contradictions.
He was fragile, and he knew it. If he had a breaking point, he had passed it four times over, each time, his mind fracturing a bit more. But somehow, he pressed on. Perhaps it was like breaking a toe. It hurts of course, and it messes up your balance, but you're still capable of walking on it. Without four toes though, you're surely struggling to keep yourself up. You would stumble, fall a few times, and have to pick yourself up again. This was a logical way of looking at it for him, but yet he braced himself for more. He felt, egotistically, that he was capable of handling more. This was the repercussions of dealing with stress beyond your physical and mental limitations.
It wasn't necessary for him to burden himself with so much stress, was it? Surely there was a release, perhaps talking to others, or something to that extent. But no, it had _become_ a necessity. His mind had fractured too soon for him to be able to actually release stress, for him to recover. If a broken bone doesn't heal right, it has to be rebroken for it to heal, and eventually a scar is formed.
Yet somehow, he hadn't lost much. He had lost only one thing, which very well could be the worst thing to lose, but he managed to survive without it. His personality. It had changed so much over the years, both due to outside influence and personal choice, that he had forgotten who he was. His name, his birthday, his family, simple facts like that were memorable. But anyone could steal those and pretend to be him, but they would only be a mere identity thief. They could never truly be him... But the way he was now, they could. Because his personality was so empty, so complex, that it wasn't as though he really had one anymore. It was closer to that his mind had fragmented to the point that there were several emotions in his head, each one taking it's own shattered piece for itself, and while all the emotions still existed in his head, they weren't all working as one cohesive unit.
Look at it like a car, for example. Take every single part out of a brand new car, in perfect condition. The engine, the transmission, the seats, the tires, the body, everything. Put them all on a stand, with a sign in front of each one showing what they are. All of those parts work, sure. They're all flawless, and every single one can do what it was made for. But because they're all disassembled from the entire thing, none of them can truly do their job.
Now, look at it like a puzzle. Every piece has to be put back together for the full image to be displayed. But with how many pieces there are, which varies from puzzle to puzzle, this can take a long time. And it could get really irritating to where you simply choose to give up on the puzzle, feeling the final result isn't worth it, regardless of how beautiful it might be in the end.
Can a mind truly fragment this much? Can it shatter into several pieces, yet still remain intact, although not cooperative? And even if it were possible, and it were the case, it was surely too late. Because unlike a puzzle, a mind isn't physical, and it's not so easily put back together. Knowing what was wrong was only that, it wasn't the solution.
So, seemingly forever, he was going to live this repetitive, boring life. And he was content with that, because, he didn't know any better. Or rather, he did, but he chose this path instead. It took less effort, and he wanted things to be easy. This was his mistake. He could have asked for things to be happier, but he blindly asked for things to be _easier_, which in turn put him where he was.
If there was a God, he was more literal than this human. But he didn't take it as punishment, he accepted it as a mere response. He got what he had asked for, which was recognizably the right thing for any being, physical or corporeal, to do. He held no grudges, and somehow, found himself thanking the deity for their choice. It was the least he could do, and the most he could do. He was appreciative, because he didn't know any better...
Forget reality, waking up is hard to do.
His eyes shot open, the veins on the surface flowing deep crimson blood throughout them, his pupils severely dilated. He was sleeping for the past few hours, trying to get some rest from the long day he'd always endured. -- The depressing atmosphere of his room wasn't exactly helping him all these years. It was starting to really get to him more and more each day. -- But suddenly he was awoke, experiencing a sensation he'd recognized before; One that wasn't one he was too fond of being so familiar with. Muscles contracting harder and harder each second, it felt like if it carried on for much longer, the muscles within his chest would stop contracting at all. His chest was ripping apart at the seams, and his left arm wouldn't budge. His right arm was clutching the skin on the left side of his chest, almost trying to rip away at it. The pain grew more and more, almost like it was an indefinite limit. His body started to go numb, each limb beginning to relax instead of tensing up more, and his eyes began to roll slightly. He couldn't see straight, even if he wanted to. The messages traveling through every nerve in his system was beginning to grow more severe, and he was succumbing to it's call. His eyelids began to slowly slide shut, and his right arm's grip loosened, and fell to it's side. The pain slowly began to grow distant, and he was beginning to not feel it anymore; He was beginning not to feel /anything/ anymore. His eyes glazed over with an empty expression, and the muscles within his chest stopped contracting. The deep crimson blood traveling through his veins seemed to halt almost, and his skin began to pale. All that was left was the darkness surrounding him, and the empty silence he was enveloped in...
Escaping the Assembly
It was just another school day. A late night after-school event at the gym, where millions of other students and several teachers were gathered. The chairs were lined up on the sides of the basketball court, where a large area was open for the main show, whatever it was that was going on. He was standing at the doorway, rather than sitting, as it hadn't exactly started yet. He watched as one of the older teachers -- possibly a principal, or maybe the main teacher running the show; he wasn't really sure what -- walked up and began moving some of the chairs to the middle of the basketball court. This seemed to irritate the other teachers, who promptly began moving the chairs back and escorting the man out of the gym. He tried to help move them back as well, but was yelled at and complained to by the other teachers, for being out of his seat and getting into things. He wasn't exactly happy with that. He tried to explain his case about helping out, but the teachers just weren't having it, and continued fussing. Losing his patience, he simply turned and walked off, pushing open the double-doors and leaving the teachers, and several other students (at least 50% of the school, maybe more) behind, and walked off.
He looked around, and it seemed to be late. It was roughly around 7:14, and being around October-ish, it was already unbelievably dark by that time, and somewhat chilly. The lights around the school lit up only certain areas, and he began to walk toward the front of the school, to walk home. But something caught his attention, he saw someone else hiding out. He turned mid-step, and saw a young girl crouched up behind what appeared to be a worn down tree next to one of the school trailers.
He cautiously walked over to her, but as soon as she heard the leaves cracking beneath his feet, she turned to look at him, and then took off running. He had to know why she was hiding out though, and chased after her. A good 10, maybe 20 minutes of running around the school chasing after her, though it was surely only 5 at most, and he had finally caught up to her. She seemed to have given up on escaping, and sighed, slumping down to her knees. She was almost crying, sitting in probably the most uncomfortable of positions possible. He couldn't help but feel terrible at this point, and kneeled down next to her, taking off his own coat and draping it over her shoulders, and holding an arm over her.
"What's wrong? Why are you out here instead of in the gym?"
"There's nothing to be in there for..."
"Um. Other people? Better than being out here in the cold by yourself."
"I guess."
She was somewhat stubborn. But the teary-eyed look had him knowing immediately she wasn't avoiding the assembly for no reason. He felt so distraught for her that instinctively, all he knew to do was quickly hug her, as compassionately as he could, without scaring her. It had definitely startled her, and it took her a few seconds, but before long, she had wrapped her arms around him, and began crying unhesitantly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head up against hers, and with one hand, gently rubbed her back, between her shoulders.
"Shhh. It's alright. You're not alone anymore. Just sit here with me for a moment, it'll be okay."
With short breaths and sniffles, she softly replied; "Alright..."
He wasn't really sure who she was, but she seemed familiar to him. As if he knew her from somewhere, somehow, were it from his past, or maybe he just saw her one day before and her face was burned inside his head. He wasn't really sure... All he knew was that this was a very unusual moment, but one he wasn't exactly passing up even if he had the option.
Time had passed, perhaps 30-40 minutes, and the assembly was over. Neither of them had gone back in to the gym, but the cars were gathering in the parking lot to pick up their children, and the teachers were leaving. He lifted her up softly, and kept one of his arms wrapped around her, and walked with her over to one of the cars. He said a couple words to the driver, who promptly gave a nod, and unlocked the doors. He opened the back door, on the driver's side, and helped the girl into the car, who shifted over to the middle of the car. As soon as she was over far enough, he had gotten in after her, closing the door behind them. They hadn't seemed to have bothered with their seatbelts, for some reason; They may have put them on as soon as they sat down, but they didn't seem to be noticeable at this point.
They were talking quietly to each other, the driver in the front seemed to be spaced out and wasn't paying attention to a word of the conversation, only the road in front of the car. The girl was occasionally looking at him during their conversation, but he avoided eye contact as much as possible; It always made him feel awkward. However, he did find that he had his arm wrapped around her, over her shoulders, sort of holding her close to him. He wasn't sure why that made any sense when he was avoiding eye contact, or why he did it for that matter... But their conversation carried on for quite a while, about numerous things that makes it impossible to recall all of them.
About half-way through the car ride, perhaps 20 minutes, he had looked over at her. She was staring off ahead of the car, still talking softly, before she looked over, and noticed him staring. He seemed incapable of moving his eyes, almost tracing her light blonde hair, before he noticed she was looking right back at him. Her deep blue eyes almost staring directly into his own eyes, it was almost unsettling. He quickly turned away, but found himself turning to look back at her again...
Their eyes were locked on each other for some reason, and he saw her leaning in closer to him. He couldn't help but lean closer to her as well, staring into her dark blue eyes, before he noticed her lips were parted slightly... He knew exactly what was about to happen, but he wasn't scared. It was almost a rush; His mind was racing through numerous thoughts, and his heart was beating faster than a racehorse on the ¾-mark. He was almost -anxious- for this moment...
Their lips met, and the kiss had been sealed between them. The moment seemed endless to him, it was almost like the world had completely collapsed beneath their feet, -- despite both of them being in a car, -- and time stood still. It was a sense of perfection, everything else idn't matter.
And then, his eyes opened. He was laying down in his bed, and he was staring at the ceiling. It was all just a dream, and to make matters worse, he couldn't remember who she was. Her face was glued inside his mind, the situation playing over and over and over, but he couldn't piece it together. It was like a puzzle; He was meant to solve it, but he didn't have enough of the pieces... He just wished he could play it over again. Sometimes dreams were his favorite way of living.
He looked around, and it seemed to be late. It was roughly around 7:14, and being around October-ish, it was already unbelievably dark by that time, and somewhat chilly. The lights around the school lit up only certain areas, and he began to walk toward the front of the school, to walk home. But something caught his attention, he saw someone else hiding out. He turned mid-step, and saw a young girl crouched up behind what appeared to be a worn down tree next to one of the school trailers.
He cautiously walked over to her, but as soon as she heard the leaves cracking beneath his feet, she turned to look at him, and then took off running. He had to know why she was hiding out though, and chased after her. A good 10, maybe 20 minutes of running around the school chasing after her, though it was surely only 5 at most, and he had finally caught up to her. She seemed to have given up on escaping, and sighed, slumping down to her knees. She was almost crying, sitting in probably the most uncomfortable of positions possible. He couldn't help but feel terrible at this point, and kneeled down next to her, taking off his own coat and draping it over her shoulders, and holding an arm over her.
"What's wrong? Why are you out here instead of in the gym?"
"There's nothing to be in there for..."
"Um. Other people? Better than being out here in the cold by yourself."
"I guess."
She was somewhat stubborn. But the teary-eyed look had him knowing immediately she wasn't avoiding the assembly for no reason. He felt so distraught for her that instinctively, all he knew to do was quickly hug her, as compassionately as he could, without scaring her. It had definitely startled her, and it took her a few seconds, but before long, she had wrapped her arms around him, and began crying unhesitantly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head up against hers, and with one hand, gently rubbed her back, between her shoulders.
"Shhh. It's alright. You're not alone anymore. Just sit here with me for a moment, it'll be okay."
With short breaths and sniffles, she softly replied; "Alright..."
He wasn't really sure who she was, but she seemed familiar to him. As if he knew her from somewhere, somehow, were it from his past, or maybe he just saw her one day before and her face was burned inside his head. He wasn't really sure... All he knew was that this was a very unusual moment, but one he wasn't exactly passing up even if he had the option.
Time had passed, perhaps 30-40 minutes, and the assembly was over. Neither of them had gone back in to the gym, but the cars were gathering in the parking lot to pick up their children, and the teachers were leaving. He lifted her up softly, and kept one of his arms wrapped around her, and walked with her over to one of the cars. He said a couple words to the driver, who promptly gave a nod, and unlocked the doors. He opened the back door, on the driver's side, and helped the girl into the car, who shifted over to the middle of the car. As soon as she was over far enough, he had gotten in after her, closing the door behind them. They hadn't seemed to have bothered with their seatbelts, for some reason; They may have put them on as soon as they sat down, but they didn't seem to be noticeable at this point.
They were talking quietly to each other, the driver in the front seemed to be spaced out and wasn't paying attention to a word of the conversation, only the road in front of the car. The girl was occasionally looking at him during their conversation, but he avoided eye contact as much as possible; It always made him feel awkward. However, he did find that he had his arm wrapped around her, over her shoulders, sort of holding her close to him. He wasn't sure why that made any sense when he was avoiding eye contact, or why he did it for that matter... But their conversation carried on for quite a while, about numerous things that makes it impossible to recall all of them.
About half-way through the car ride, perhaps 20 minutes, he had looked over at her. She was staring off ahead of the car, still talking softly, before she looked over, and noticed him staring. He seemed incapable of moving his eyes, almost tracing her light blonde hair, before he noticed she was looking right back at him. Her deep blue eyes almost staring directly into his own eyes, it was almost unsettling. He quickly turned away, but found himself turning to look back at her again...
Their eyes were locked on each other for some reason, and he saw her leaning in closer to him. He couldn't help but lean closer to her as well, staring into her dark blue eyes, before he noticed her lips were parted slightly... He knew exactly what was about to happen, but he wasn't scared. It was almost a rush; His mind was racing through numerous thoughts, and his heart was beating faster than a racehorse on the ¾-mark. He was almost -anxious- for this moment...
Their lips met, and the kiss had been sealed between them. The moment seemed endless to him, it was almost like the world had completely collapsed beneath their feet, -- despite both of them being in a car, -- and time stood still. It was a sense of perfection, everything else idn't matter.
And then, his eyes opened. He was laying down in his bed, and he was staring at the ceiling. It was all just a dream, and to make matters worse, he couldn't remember who she was. Her face was glued inside his mind, the situation playing over and over and over, but he couldn't piece it together. It was like a puzzle; He was meant to solve it, but he didn't have enough of the pieces... He just wished he could play it over again. Sometimes dreams were his favorite way of living.
"Turn The Page"
A sudden roaring of an alarm clock jolted him awake, and he shot straight up out of bed, rushing to the clock to shut it off. "God, I hate that thing..." He really did. It wasn't that he hated waking up, he just hated how loud and obnoxious it sounded. "Okay, I'm getting a better fucking alarm clock soon." Profane words escaped his mouth only because he -really- hated that alarm. But oh well, he was up... and he knew exactly what that meant.
He sighed, and shuffled out of bed slowly, almost hesitanntly. He stood up straight, and yawned, stretching for a moment, before looking around his room. He glanced at his alarm clock, and saw the time. He sighed once more, and placed his palm up against his forehead... He turned away from the clock, and removed his hand from his head, and reached out for the doorknob. Turning it, and pulling back, he opened the door and walked out into the hallway, having to cover his eyes...
"Bright." Of course, everyone was awake already, and preparing for work. He was a little bit late on the rush to get out of the house or something, but he didn't really care. He headed down for the kitchen and opened the refridgerator, grabbing his unopened bottle of Cheerwine, and a pack of his favorite Lunchables. He stuffed them both into the bag on the table, before zipping it shut. All he needed really, he could buy extra snacks there at work.
He sighed, and walked back to his room, and once closing the door, he locked it behind him. Shuffling through his various drawers, he opened the second one on his main dresser, and picked out his outfit again. He quickly removed his sleep attire, and slid into his black jeans, then put his arms through the sleeves of his white button-up shirt, before pulling it over his head and behind him, and buttoning it up. He had an unusual way of putting on that shirt, but it worked pretty quickly... He slipped the blue vest over it, and grabbed his nametag from his desk, and clipped it on.
He glanced once more over at the clock, and sighed again; He had slept in, so he had to hurry it up. Luckily, he was fast at getting ready, regardless of how much time he really had. "Meh..." He unlocked the door, and snagged his wallet from on top of his dresser on the way out. Walking down the hallway back to the kitchen, he stuffed his wallet in his back pocket, then quickly reached for the lunch-bag on the counter, and turned to the front door.
He looked up beside him, and grabbed his keys. He rubbed at his eyes, still not entirely awake, and yawned. He walked forward, pulling on the door (as it didn't latch, he could just pull it open and closed without turning the knob), and pushing the screen door open, pulling the first door shut behind him. He shuffled his lunch-bag onto his shoulder, and locked the door, then turned, and looked out into the daylight. Another morning, going to work...
He sighed, and shuffled out of bed slowly, almost hesitanntly. He stood up straight, and yawned, stretching for a moment, before looking around his room. He glanced at his alarm clock, and saw the time. He sighed once more, and placed his palm up against his forehead... He turned away from the clock, and removed his hand from his head, and reached out for the doorknob. Turning it, and pulling back, he opened the door and walked out into the hallway, having to cover his eyes...
"Bright." Of course, everyone was awake already, and preparing for work. He was a little bit late on the rush to get out of the house or something, but he didn't really care. He headed down for the kitchen and opened the refridgerator, grabbing his unopened bottle of Cheerwine, and a pack of his favorite Lunchables. He stuffed them both into the bag on the table, before zipping it shut. All he needed really, he could buy extra snacks there at work.
He sighed, and walked back to his room, and once closing the door, he locked it behind him. Shuffling through his various drawers, he opened the second one on his main dresser, and picked out his outfit again. He quickly removed his sleep attire, and slid into his black jeans, then put his arms through the sleeves of his white button-up shirt, before pulling it over his head and behind him, and buttoning it up. He had an unusual way of putting on that shirt, but it worked pretty quickly... He slipped the blue vest over it, and grabbed his nametag from his desk, and clipped it on.
He glanced once more over at the clock, and sighed again; He had slept in, so he had to hurry it up. Luckily, he was fast at getting ready, regardless of how much time he really had. "Meh..." He unlocked the door, and snagged his wallet from on top of his dresser on the way out. Walking down the hallway back to the kitchen, he stuffed his wallet in his back pocket, then quickly reached for the lunch-bag on the counter, and turned to the front door.
He looked up beside him, and grabbed his keys. He rubbed at his eyes, still not entirely awake, and yawned. He walked forward, pulling on the door (as it didn't latch, he could just pull it open and closed without turning the knob), and pushing the screen door open, pulling the first door shut behind him. He shuffled his lunch-bag onto his shoulder, and locked the door, then turned, and looked out into the daylight. Another morning, going to work...
"The Reason"
He had been trying to figure out what to do with himself for a while. In his mind, he had only a couple things planned. College, job, and being in his brother's band; Nothing to do with specific places to move or anything, and that was unsettling. He couldn't get a job or anything unless he had a place to stay. He had started hunting down places to live online, looking at real estate magazines and newspapers, but didn't really want something in the area. He was tired of the state he had grown up in most of his life, though it was familiar to him; And he really wasn't too impressed with the idea of staying in Canada, being a legal US Citizen, not Canadian...
He decided to look around northern Tennessee, Kentucky, and even so much as the western side of Virginia. Anywhere with nice open land, but still not any more than a 10-15 minute drive to an urban area. This way, he could get his own house designed and built, but still be close to town if he needed anything...
But while he was looking at lots of land to buy, he realized. He has money for a house, but not a full-size lot of land. He would need a job, and he needs a place to stay before he could get a job... He sighed again, and looked over on the desk. He had his phone on the desk, and considered calling a couple friends to find out where to stay until he could afford a place. He picked it up, and decided to look through his directory, and noticed the first name on the list... It was a tempting choice, and he wondered if it was even a possibility...
He decided to call, and waited for an answer... If he could stay with anyone temporarily, and get a job, he knew that she would be the best choice to stay with... After all, he was going to be with her in the end anyway. That was what he had decided...
And after all, the reason he made plans for his future, was her... She was the reason.
He decided to look around northern Tennessee, Kentucky, and even so much as the western side of Virginia. Anywhere with nice open land, but still not any more than a 10-15 minute drive to an urban area. This way, he could get his own house designed and built, but still be close to town if he needed anything...
But while he was looking at lots of land to buy, he realized. He has money for a house, but not a full-size lot of land. He would need a job, and he needs a place to stay before he could get a job... He sighed again, and looked over on the desk. He had his phone on the desk, and considered calling a couple friends to find out where to stay until he could afford a place. He picked it up, and decided to look through his directory, and noticed the first name on the list... It was a tempting choice, and he wondered if it was even a possibility...
He decided to call, and waited for an answer... If he could stay with anyone temporarily, and get a job, he knew that she would be the best choice to stay with... After all, he was going to be with her in the end anyway. That was what he had decided...
And after all, the reason he made plans for his future, was her... She was the reason.
"Forever"
And finally, the day came.
He had gotten off the airplane, anxious to get on the ground once more, having a deep fear of flying. He felt slightly dizzy, and uneased trying to walk on his own two feet again, having been on a plane for the past couple hours. Sure, he did switch flights once before, but it was still uncomfortable. At last though, he could relax, on solid ground once more.
As soon as he regained his composure, he seemed to be glancing around curiously. He almost seemed as though he was looking for someone. His eyes darted about, the blue glistening and reflecting the light in different ways because of the rapid movements. He sighed with a slight exasperation, and looked around him once more.
Within a few seconds, he began walking a little ways to grab his luggage from the circling conveyer belt. He looked around, and sighed again, and shuffled his arms around, trying to grip his luggage properly. Upon gripping them tight enough, he looked toward the exit of the airport, and sighed once more.
He hadn't wanted his arrival to be like this. He had things planned out before, that seemed so much more relaxing... But this, he was alone. He had just arrived in another city that he didn't know anything about, and unlike his dreams, she wasn't here to greet him... He just had to manage on his own.
He struggled to drag his luggage along with him, out the door, nearly bumping into numerous people and trying to weave his way in and around others to escape the horrid building. Once he finally exited the airport, he set down his luggage on the curb around his feet, and waved down a taxi. It didn't take long before they had stopped down beside the drive, and he opened the back door, attempting to jam all his luggage in the back seat... He sighed again, looking behind him just to see if she was there, just in case... He realized she wasn't, and set the last suitcase in the back seat, before closing the door, and opening the passenger's door in the front, and sliding in...
He had muttered something to the cab driver, and leaned his arm up against the window, and propped his head in his palm, sighing again... The driver didn't notice though, he most likely was only interested in the pay he'd receive for the travel fare... He looked out the window, at an unfamiliar sky, and sighed again... It was as though he knew she was there, but it didn't matter. Things had changed since his dreams, and all he had now was the plans of attending school there... He was still alone.
He had gotten off the airplane, anxious to get on the ground once more, having a deep fear of flying. He felt slightly dizzy, and uneased trying to walk on his own two feet again, having been on a plane for the past couple hours. Sure, he did switch flights once before, but it was still uncomfortable. At last though, he could relax, on solid ground once more.
As soon as he regained his composure, he seemed to be glancing around curiously. He almost seemed as though he was looking for someone. His eyes darted about, the blue glistening and reflecting the light in different ways because of the rapid movements. He sighed with a slight exasperation, and looked around him once more.
Within a few seconds, he began walking a little ways to grab his luggage from the circling conveyer belt. He looked around, and sighed again, and shuffled his arms around, trying to grip his luggage properly. Upon gripping them tight enough, he looked toward the exit of the airport, and sighed once more.
He hadn't wanted his arrival to be like this. He had things planned out before, that seemed so much more relaxing... But this, he was alone. He had just arrived in another city that he didn't know anything about, and unlike his dreams, she wasn't here to greet him... He just had to manage on his own.
He struggled to drag his luggage along with him, out the door, nearly bumping into numerous people and trying to weave his way in and around others to escape the horrid building. Once he finally exited the airport, he set down his luggage on the curb around his feet, and waved down a taxi. It didn't take long before they had stopped down beside the drive, and he opened the back door, attempting to jam all his luggage in the back seat... He sighed again, looking behind him just to see if she was there, just in case... He realized she wasn't, and set the last suitcase in the back seat, before closing the door, and opening the passenger's door in the front, and sliding in...
He had muttered something to the cab driver, and leaned his arm up against the window, and propped his head in his palm, sighing again... The driver didn't notice though, he most likely was only interested in the pay he'd receive for the travel fare... He looked out the window, at an unfamiliar sky, and sighed again... It was as though he knew she was there, but it didn't matter. Things had changed since his dreams, and all he had now was the plans of attending school there... He was still alone.
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