It's the last straw, Eddie. I can't do this—us—anymore. I'm sorry."
Those were the words that would leave a permanent scar.
And he still chased after her.
He saw the history on his computer. Her flight left in 40 minutes. As the cab approached the airport, he paid the driver and frantically ran throuh the lines, pushing people here and there, in no obvious pattern. That's when he saw her—her red hair swaying behind her, her neon orange suitcase easy to be picked out in a crowd. "Patricia!"
No answer.
"Yacker! We need to talk!"
At this, she turned around, stopping in her tracks. "There is nothing we have to talk about, Eddie." she stuttered, the tears rolling down her mascara-stained cheeks. Many people were staring now, and Eddie was running out of time—and options—as she inched closer to security every second.
"Patricia!"
She lifted her bag to the belt.
"Yacker!"
She ignored him, just the same.
What he said next made her freeze, and she couldn't hold the tears back any longer from the sincerity in his voice. "Patricia Williamson, I am completely and utterly in love with you."
The tone of his voice was so full of worry, she knew from being around him so much, and his words sent shivers down her spine as he spoke them, the whole airport now turned to him. He had only told her he loved her one other time, and it scared her half to death. She hadn't even said it back to him, and she's sure he tried to think it never happened, which is exactly what she did. But this was different. Then, the were alone. Now hundreds of people were staring at them.
"Then why d-" she started, but he knew what she was going to ask, and didn't hesitate to respond.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kiss her, I mean, it was my choice, but I wasn't thinking. I love you, Patricia. I really, really love you. And I know you tried to ignore it, but I meant it that first time, and I still mean it now. You're the only one for me, you know that, right? You always were. You always will be." He rambled, as he cradled her right hand gently inbetween his. "And if yo-"
"Stop, Eddie." she sighed, cutting him off. His face dropped from its usual smile. "Just stop talking."
"Yacker, be reaso-"
He was cut off by her yet again. "Ssh, slimeball." she laughed, combing a piece of hair behind her ear, and holding the side of his face with the other hand. "Just go with it." A slight smile crept up on to her face as she took a risk, and kissed him—accompanied by 'aww's and applause—gently.
Or, at least, it started gently. By the time they realized they were in an airport, Eddie's hands were tangled in Patricia's hair, and her fingertips were sliding under the hem of his shirt. Patricia smiled as they pulled apart, Eddie smoothing out her hair.
"I really do love you, Eddie."
His heart skipped a beat, she would never say something like that to him, let alone in public. He decided to just go with it. He loved her, and that was that. "Yeah..." he sighed, smiling.
So much for Patricia I-can't-forgive-you Williamson—
Or at least for now.