~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~
Jan. 8th. The fatidic day. He was leaving.
What killed me was that I didn’t know if he would be able to log on the internet as frequently as he did here in Brazil. Actually, I knew he wouldn’t. It wasn’t his house; he was a guest at his friend’s house! He couldn’t monopolize the computer!
My real fear was that we weren’t gonna be able to chat as often, so our “relationship” would cool down and it wouldn’t be as exciting when he’d come back and we’d meet.
So… the Bloody Sunday came. He had a test that day for a job. A public job, so he had to take a test.
As he had told me the night before, he got home from the test, around 1 p.m., and wrote me a cell phone message to wake me up (Yep! Told you I sleep too much) telling he was home already and was waiting for me online on the MSN Messenger. We wanted to spend the entire day talking to each other. Only God knew the next time we’d be able to chat for a long time again.
He told me he was leaving around 6 or 7 p.m. But something happened in my family and I had to go to my aunt’s house and couldn’t spend too much time chatting with him. And also, he had some stuff he had to settle before leaving.
So, I went to my aunt’s.
When the hour came, I sent him a cell message asking if he had already gone. He replied saying he was in the car already. I went to the bathroom and cried a little.
He was actually leaving. That hadn’t really gotten to me until that moment. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to be able to run really fast towards him, like Superman does, and just hold him tight and don’t let him get inside that plane. Didn’t want to let him leave me. I wouldn’t be the same without him anymore. He was already a part of me, even though he didn’t know it.
It was hard as I drove home from my aunt’s. Knowing he’d be in that plane in a couple of hours and I wouldn’t be able to stop it... Tears fell again.
I know I may sound too melodramatic here, but if you were ever in love before, you know how it feels when that person goes away, leaving you behind. Even if it was only for a month, a month can be too much to bear when you depend on that one person.
I wiped the tears away as I got home so no one would bother me about it.
Before leaving to my aunt’s, we’d agreed he’d call me from the airport a few minutes before getting into the plane. His plane was scheduled to depart at 11 p.m. that night. It was 10:55 and I had gotten nothing from him yet. I got sadder. He had forgotten to write me. I figured something might have happened, so I just sent him a cell message wishing him a good and safe flight.
I didn’t get an answer to that message as quickly as I usually got the replies from him, so I assumed he wasn’t gonna reply it, he’d be on the plane already, so I got to the shower.
10 minutes later, my cell phone biped. I had a new message. It was his. My heart skipped a bit. He wasn’t on the plane? His plane got delayed? How come he was writing me at that time?
The message simply said he didn’t travel, that he was really pissed, he was coming back home and expected me on the MSN in 30 minutes to talk better.
I frowned and wasn’t even able to resume my bath. I ran to the computer and waited for him to show online.
~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~
~*~ Chapter 10 ~*~
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