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emory pov
I WRAP MY ARMS AROUND CHRIS AND hold him for as long as i can. i understand i'm only going to be gone for a few days but it will feel like forever away from him.
"its only going to be a few days babe. you'll be okay. you can call me whenever you want and i'll answer. don't worry." he says kissing my head and holding me at arm distance.
we're standing in the middle of the airport waiting for my flight to be called. we've been standing here for a while actually.
"flight 235 to canada please broad your flight. flight 235 to canada." a voice says over the intercom.
"that's my signal to let you go." he says pulling me in for one more hug.
i pull away and place a kiss on his lip. "i love you christopher." i say grabbing my suitcases.
he cups my face and looks at me. "i love you emory." he says dropping his hand.
"now go before i don't let you leave." he jokes.
i laugh and turn to head up the stairs. i don't look back at him because i'm pretty sure i would've turned around and stayed.
i walk through the front doors of my house. i am extremely jet lagged. i live in vancouver which is a eight hour plus flight from boston.
i kick the door closed with my foot and lock the door. i kick my shoes off and leave my suit at the front door. it is little past three am. it's way past my bed time.
once i get up to my room i power on my phone and take it off airplane mood. my phone explodes with notifications. nothing new.
i look through my messages but there's not a single one from chris. hm. i text him and let him know i made it home. it's twelve back in boston so he might be up but i'm not sure.
i get on instagram and a post from maddie pops up. my heart seems to stop. the whole world seems to stop. my whole world seems to stop.
it's a picture of her and chris. maybe i'm overreacting but maybe i'm not. i know they are friends but they we're together for two years.
i check my phone and see once again i don't have a text from nick, matt or paytyn either. wow. i sit my phone down and run my hands down my face. my life is fucking great.
i get dressed in my pajamas and stare at the pictures for a bit longer. i stare at it until i feel like throwing up to the point where i can't breath and i choke. not just on my throw up but air.
i still haven't received a text from any of them. fuck everything chris has ever said. obviously no one wants me there so why care what they ever said? people always lie.
so why does this hurt so much?