Chapter 5-
A/N: Look at me go. Updating and stuff.
Giant raindrops splashed on the windshield-the wipers almost unable to keep up. The highway was almost impossible to see-it might have been better had it been about 4 hours earlier. It was just too damn dark!
Maybe it was a sign. That I wasn't supposed to get to the airport at all. God only knows what awaits me in Boston. I'd be sure to run into Diane. Was Lilith worth that kind of pain?
I laughed. The answer to that wasn't as simple as I thought it would be. There was the lingering feeling that maybe Dad was right. I'd only known her a couple days, did I really expect to fall in love with her that fast?
And what would happen when I got there? I wasn't supposed to expect her to pack up and move to Seattle just for the hope of a future together. Maybe I could move back to Boston.
No. No, I couldn't. Then what the hell was I doing?
More raindrops, but I was able to see better. The airport was within sight now, and my stomach was in knots. Where was I going? Surely not to Boston.
I'm insane. That's it. I kept telling myself that.
Once I get there, will I be able to find her? Probably not. Turn around dammit! Turn AROUND!
"The 12:15 flight to Boston is delayed due to rain." A woman's voice cracked over the loudspeaker. Lovely. Just lovely. Give me more chances to back out of this why don't you?
I'd just reached my gate and found a place to sit. I was busy pretending to read when a blonde woman of about my age found herself in front of me.
"Is anyone sitting here?" She gestured towards the empty seat to my right. "This place is so crowded-"
"No. Go ahead." I felt like I was being short with her. "My name's Frasier by the way."
"Hi." She sat down. "I'm Charlotte."
"Charlotte. That's a nice name. Do you live in Seattle?" Was I beginning to flirt with her? Was there something seriously wrong with me?
She laughed. "No, I'm actually from Chicago."
"Oh? Then what brings you to a Seattle airport, heading to Boston?"
"Well, I'm visiting family in Boston and I always wanted to see Seattle. So, here I am. What about you?"
"Oh, I just moved here from Boston. I'm actually going back to-" I laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear this."
"Why not? It could help to pass the time couldn't it? Unless you don't want to tell me." That last sentence made me decide that I absolutely had to tell her.
And so we sat, for the next few hours. Me, telling this almost complete stranger the story of the last 9 years of my life. Starting with meeting Diane at Goldenbrook and ending with going to Boston to win back Lilith.
"Flight 119 will be landing in Boston in 20 minutes. I hope you all had a nice flight." The pilot's voice jerked me awake. I'd actually fallen asleep. Now that was incredible-it seemed like I was way too worried for sleep to come, but come it did. And, I was grateful that I had it. Mainly, it meant I hadn't had to sit worrying the entire flight, but also because I hadn't really slept in almost two weeks.
So the next hour a whirlwind of continuous anoucements from the pilot, flight attendents, baggage claims, and finding a taxi. A taxi to where?
So it was raining in Boston too?
I didn't have an umbrella, so I opened the all-too-familiar door with dripping wet hands. I swung the door open just as a flash of lightning struck.
The tray Diane was carrying came crashing to the floor. And who could blame her?
A/N: Look at me go. Updating and stuff.
Giant raindrops splashed on the windshield-the wipers almost unable to keep up. The highway was almost impossible to see-it might have been better had it been about 4 hours earlier. It was just too damn dark!
Maybe it was a sign. That I wasn't supposed to get to the airport at all. God only knows what awaits me in Boston. I'd be sure to run into Diane. Was Lilith worth that kind of pain?
I laughed. The answer to that wasn't as simple as I thought it would be. There was the lingering feeling that maybe Dad was right. I'd only known her a couple days, did I really expect to fall in love with her that fast?
And what would happen when I got there? I wasn't supposed to expect her to pack up and move to Seattle just for the hope of a future together. Maybe I could move back to Boston.
No. No, I couldn't. Then what the hell was I doing?
More raindrops, but I was able to see better. The airport was within sight now, and my stomach was in knots. Where was I going? Surely not to Boston.
I'm insane. That's it. I kept telling myself that.
Once I get there, will I be able to find her? Probably not. Turn around dammit! Turn AROUND!
"The 12:15 flight to Boston is delayed due to rain." A woman's voice cracked over the loudspeaker. Lovely. Just lovely. Give me more chances to back out of this why don't you?
I'd just reached my gate and found a place to sit. I was busy pretending to read when a blonde woman of about my age found herself in front of me.
"Is anyone sitting here?" She gestured towards the empty seat to my right. "This place is so crowded-"
"No. Go ahead." I felt like I was being short with her. "My name's Frasier by the way."
"Hi." She sat down. "I'm Charlotte."
"Charlotte. That's a nice name. Do you live in Seattle?" Was I beginning to flirt with her? Was there something seriously wrong with me?
She laughed. "No, I'm actually from Chicago."
"Oh? Then what brings you to a Seattle airport, heading to Boston?"
"Well, I'm visiting family in Boston and I always wanted to see Seattle. So, here I am. What about you?"
"Oh, I just moved here from Boston. I'm actually going back to-" I laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear this."
"Why not? It could help to pass the time couldn't it? Unless you don't want to tell me." That last sentence made me decide that I absolutely had to tell her.
And so we sat, for the next few hours. Me, telling this almost complete stranger the story of the last 9 years of my life. Starting with meeting Diane at Goldenbrook and ending with going to Boston to win back Lilith.
"Flight 119 will be landing in Boston in 20 minutes. I hope you all had a nice flight." The pilot's voice jerked me awake. I'd actually fallen asleep. Now that was incredible-it seemed like I was way too worried for sleep to come, but come it did. And, I was grateful that I had it. Mainly, it meant I hadn't had to sit worrying the entire flight, but also because I hadn't really slept in almost two weeks.
So the next hour a whirlwind of continuous anoucements from the pilot, flight attendents, baggage claims, and finding a taxi. A taxi to where?
So it was raining in Boston too?
I didn't have an umbrella, so I opened the all-too-familiar door with dripping wet hands. I swung the door open just as a flash of lightning struck.
The tray Diane was carrying came crashing to the floor. And who could blame her?