Saving Yourself
Summary: Just a post Africa, Carter coming back the first time.
I DON'T OWN THEM, if I did would I still be sitting around this hell hole…
Usually, when you step off a plane into the airport where you live, you get a feeling of relief and joy. I didn't feel any of that. It was mostly composed of my guilt, and regret for leaving Abby like that. My one true love, I walked away from.
"She'll never take me back." I whisper to myself as I leave the gate. But I only get about ten feet when I see her. Wating for me. I tune everything else out. Her hands are clasped nervously on her stomach, her damp hair is hanging around her head and shoulders, the jacket she's wearing shows evidence of the rain. My feet inch me to her. Her eyes are watery and pleading me for forgivness, when I'm the one who should be. Neither one of us can move while we stare into each others' eyes. Then, in a quick movement I've dropped my shoulder bag and pulled her into my arms. She clings to me, and I can feel tears on my neck, so I hold her tighter, my lips on her hair. I bring an arm up and around her shoulders, trying to get her closer to me. I missed the way she feels in my arms, her smeel, her hair tickling my face.
"God, I'm so sorry John." She's choking back tears, and I pull away to hold her face in my hands.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing." Smoothing my thumbs across her cheeks, I continue in a almost hoarse voice.
"I love you so much and I almost threw that all way." My breath almost stalls at her shocked expression, but she positions her arms back around my neck and whispers in my ear.
"I love you too."
Okay, I'm really sorry about how short that was, I wrote it in math a few weeks ago, and just typed it. Review, don't, I don't care.