I'm Still Here: Lost Without You

By the time she got to the airport, she was mentally ready to sit down. With an hour to spare she checked in, got her ticket, checked in her suitcase and headed towards her designated gate. Pulling her phone out as she walked, she heard the departure of a plane roaring over, and her finger hovered over the number two on her phone.

Pressing the talk button, she placed the phone up to her ear. The ringing continued, and then somebody on the other line picked up. "Megan" She smiled at his greeting, listening the familiar chatter sounds of the airport on his side. He was here and now he was waiting.

"Hey." Her smile grew wider and her steps heightened then quickened. "I'm just about to the gate. Where are you at?"

"I'm nearest the counter, watching the interesting factor of a plane landing." She smiled, picturing him looking out the window, the plane coming in sight in the distance as she rounded the corner. Her eyes scanned the premises and she quietly walked across the room, closed her phone gently and placed her hand upon his shoulder; a smile on her face.

His smile widened at the sight of her as he turned around to face her. "Hello sweet one." He greeted quietly, closed the space in between them and kissed her soft lips. Her green eyes dazzled, as he led her to the seat that he had been sitting in earlier. "How are you?"

She exhaled, "I'm good now." A soft smile, they both sat down. His fingers lingered on the side of her face, his head titled to the side, eyes searching hers.

"As much as I'm glad you're here as well, something still bothering you?" Her eyes flickered as she took in one deep breath. He really knew how to read her, better than anyone she knew. A small smirk faltered as his readiness to listen. All she knew was she didn't know where to start.

She gazed out the window, then looked back at him. "I don't know." She confessed honestly, running her fingers through her hair. He turned more towards her, his gaze comforting. Her mouth opening as if she were going to say something and it then closed in the same minute. This was not something she ever really talked about, with anybody. And all in a moment she felt lost and there all at the same time. "It's as if I'm going to somewhere I can't call home. Like I'm going back to a part of me that has slipped away for so long." Licking her lips dryly, she trailed off.

"Somewhere you cannot imagine unfathomably going back to." He finished, covering her hand with his. "But that you know will help if you let it." He nodded, knowing by her sudden reaction that he had hit it right on the nail, except something underlining was still there and that he couldn't put in the open.

"Just like that, except that I'm really doing it." She confirmed as she wrapped her arm around his and his free hand softly brushed against her forehead. Her touch was warm, just like he thought he would be. Her graceful blush growing on her checks was full and colorful. He knew that should mean that she was fine, but when he looked deeper he saw the exhaustion, the pain and emotion that she had distanced from everyone else as her way of staying strong.

Her well being, was his life. And right now he was concerned that somewhere in there she was shooting over the edge. Her finesse wasn't as soft as he had been, and it was like at any moment she was just going to break. And so maybe it was needed to get through to her, maybe it wasn't. But whatever he could do, he didn't like seeing her like she was. In all the confidence she put in him, she still hadn't opened fully to him, even though she could talk to him. "But is this what you want?"

He had just opened another door that he wasn't sure where it would lead. Was it more desire or a knowledge that had her jumping on this plane? "You know, I keep feeling like I owe him something. But then again I don't. Like he still has some great hold that I've never pardoned with. What bothers me the most is that he doesn't see what I've built without him, and that I've done just fine."

Larry tilted his head to the side, "I do see now that he does seem to have a great hold on you." The last of the travelers walked out the gate door and everything seemed a bit calmer. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, nodding quietly, no longer being able to stay awake. She was exhausted but felt better that he sitting next her, looking over her as she slept.

'By the way her chest rose up and down he could tell that she had fallen asleep. He couldn't help smiling as she slept. He didn't get this opportunity often to watch her this way. The way she looked more at peace as she drifted somewhere besides the past that she was nine hours away from digging up, with uncertainty and wonders that she was far from at this moment in time.