John left the plane and I knew it was bad. I ran after him. Once I recovered from whatever made me feel so weak and I nearly died, I finally caught up to him.
"John! JOHN!" He turned to face me. "Where are you going?"
"Away from the school, away from everyone there."
"Even me?" It was selfish but I had gotten so used to having him there...
"I'm sorry. Just trust that this is for the best. You can always call me if you need to. I won't change the number on you." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work.
"Please don't leave, John. I need you with me. If you leave, I'll never forgive you."
"Well, that's your choice."
"Don't you care about me at all?"
"Of course I do. That's why I have to go. Just please believe what I'm saying."
I was crying a little. It was then that I realized these feelings coming up inside me. I pushed them back. "It won't be easy."
"I know. How about I call you later tonight. Would that be ok?" He had a look of pleading, like he needed me to say yes. I had never seen him so upset.
"Ok, I guess that's fine."
"Thank you." He saw my look of sadness and said, "Look, I'm not dead. I just won't be at your side. I'll call you tonight." He started to turn away, hesitated, turned back and kissed me. Those feelings from earlier came back full circle.
He walked away. I yelled to him, "I still might not forgive you for this." He must have heard me because I saw his face in the helicopter. I kept following. I watched him board it and he looked down at me with a look of sadness. Then he walked away from the window.
I became one of the Xmen the same day as my other friends. I know that John would have become one as well, though I never told him.
I still can't believe he would just kiss me and walk away, maybe never see me again. That's why I yelled at him as he left. I regret saying that I wouldn't forgive him. I wish I could take it back.