Post Twenty-Two: Lost In A Blur

Morgan

“I hate your scrunchy face,” Elli groaned, leaning back in her chair on the GO train.

Even with taking a cab to the GO station, we had to wake up at 7am, rushing so I could check out of my hotel before my flight this afternoon. Having barely two hours of sleep was not Elli's forte, evidently. Which she kindly kept reminding me of. All the coffee in the world wouldn't slake her.

“My face is scrunchy?” I asked her, to which she groaned even louder.

“No...you're just too perfect to insult...which makes me hate you even more,” she turned over in her chair, as if unable to get comfortable.

“Well, in about six hours, you won't have to deal with me anymore,” I teased.

“Don't,” she retorted, covering her face from the sunlight, “I'm not ready to joke about it yet.”

This coming from the girl who wouldn't let me say I was falling in love with her. But I wouldn't dare say that.

Things were going by too fast. Last week, I was looking forward to wrapping up and heading home. Now I was dreading it. Elli's delicate pained face was killing me. We had just got started, and now it was all ending.

My plane was around 2 in the afternoon, which didn't give us a lot of time. From Union Station, to the hotel, to a cab, to the airport. We spent all our time traveling. Elli was silent, staring out the window, unable to face me. It felt like she was ignoring me. I wanted to know what she was thinking, if she wanted me to ask her to come with me. I knew it was crazy, but maybe she did.

She was with me right now, so she must care enough to see me off.

Maybe this was our story though. This was it. We got this time together, this amazing time, and she was right. It was fleeting. That's what made it special.

By the time we got to the airport, it was close to lunch time. She still wouldn't say much, and her face had gone stoic. Not a trace of emotion.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” I questioned.

“I'm not very hungry,” she sighed.

I got the feeling she was irritated, which could have been due to our lack of sleep.

“Well, maybe I should check in anyway, I mean, sometimes it can take awhile.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“That means we have to say goodbye,” I affirmed.

“I know,” she countered, still not facing me.

“Ellipsis,” I grabbed her, making her look at me. She tried to avert her eyes, but I shook her until she looked up.

“Yes?” She finally met my eyes, her stare was blank. There was nothing there.

“Can you at least pretend that this is hard?”

I knew as soon as I said it, it was wrong, and yet, she didn't get mad. She softened her gaze, standing up on her tippy toes and kissing me.

“I'm sorry, I'll walk with you to the check in,” she grabbed my hand, leading me towards the desk. She stopped in front of it, turning towards me and giving a warm smile.

“It will probably be easier if we don't drag it on...” I offered.

“You're right,” she nodded.

She leaned into me again, pulling my face into hers. Kissing me hard, with purpose. I put my arm around her waist, pulling her into me.

She let her lips leave mine, stepping back. She put her hand on my face, touching my newly sprouted facial hair, letting her hand linger down to my chest.

“Don't forget me,” she said, and it sounded for a second like her voice cracked.

“I won't,” I promised, brushing my hand through her hair one last time. She leaned her face into my touch, with her eyes closed tightly. As if she were savouring the moment.

Then she was gone. In a blur. Lost in the crowd of the airport.

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