Saving A TicketA Story by Broken Hearted FauxPanting, head spinning around with panic; she scrambled frantically around the crowded airport, shoving and pushing through crowds of people. I already failed… Her heart ached, and she bit her lip as she fought back tears, shoving by a group and running up the stairs. Her head snapped side to side, searching. Where…? She was knocked to the ground, trampled by a boarding group. Groaning, the pain was minimal, but she wined as she picked herself up. Nothing’s broken… Keep looking… Tend to your
wounds later … She limped at first, putting weight on parts that could handle it, but soon recovered and leaned against a seat. Some people exchanged a quick glance at her, but others paid her no or little mind. The speakers spoke overhead, “G12 is now boarding. G12 is now boarding.” Her eyes grew wide in fear, and new energy filled her veins as she pushed herself through another group, then finding herself frozen to her spot. Tears welt up in her eyes as she stared at the drowsy blonde, bouncing in her spot. Her feet found their way over to her and she kneeled down, stroking the blonde’s hand. Her head snapped up, bags under her eyes, eyes bloodshot followed by running mascara down her face told a story of crying nights. “Y-you’re here,” The blonde wiped at her face, smearing the mascara across her cheeks. The other smiled and stroked her friend’s cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Tyla.” Tyla sniffled, hugging her friend tightly, “I…I thought you hated me, Carly.” “I could never hate you,” Carly removed a tissue from her pocket, wiping Tyla’s face. But the blonde wouldn’t meet her gaze. “You didn’t talk to me for days…” Carly took a deep breath, stuffing the tissue back in her pocket. “I was stunned…I didn’t know how to react.” Silence drew in, and the women played with their hair. The woman’s voice returned over the speakers. “K3 now boarding. K3 now boarding.” Tyla rose, causing Carly’s head to shoot up and look at her. “T-that’s my plane.” The blonde tried a smile, but it failed. Carly bit her lip, watching Tyla hand her ticket to the man near the entrance to the plane. Tears finally escaped, and she clutched her chest. The pain was immense, and she winced. I can’t watch her
go… Not again… She flung herself forward off the ground, grabbing Tyla, tackling her to the ground. “You can’t go.” The blonde looked away, “Carly, stop. You’re-” “No. You stop. That day you told me you loved me. I remember that day. It pained me to watch you run away. I can’t see you do the same again.” Tyla stared at her friend with wide eyes, unable to speak or move. She cried again and tried to get away. “Stop trying to get away. Stop running away. You’re home is here, Tyla. With me.” Tyla shook, clinging to the other blonde, before security guards pulled her off, cuffing her hands behind her back. She stared in surprise, moment slowed as she brought herself to rise, and took Carly from the guards. “She’s with me.” Tyla pointed at the cuffs, “Would you please…uncuff her?” The guards exchanged a glance, one with their hand on their taser. After some time discussing the situation, they uncuffed Carly, and she buried her face in Tyla’s shoulder. Apologizes were said before the guards left, leaving the two blondes in front of the plane entrance. “You went to extremes trying to get me,” Tyla laughs a little, wiping Carly’s face with her fingers. “I barely saved you by a ticket.” The two blondes smiled together, and walked hand in hand (with Carly carrying Tyla’s luggage behind her) to Carly’s car waiting in the parking lot. © 2013 Broken Hearted FauxAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 29, 2013 Last Updated on April 29, 2013 AuthorBroken Hearted FauxSalt Lake City, UTAboutHello, the name's Lexy I've been on and off from Writerscafe between life and inspiration. I was once a dedicated writer, always with a pencil in my hand and a notebook by my side no matter whe.. more.. |

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