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Lydia watched him board the plane and the big white metal contraption take flight in the sky. She watched the gentle shade of blue swallow up the only boy who’d ever loved her. She stood by the great glass windows covered in the smudgy fingerprints and her mouth tightened (she did not frown nor cry, she had already done that enough and was certainly not going to be caught doing so in an airport). There was some sort of karmic unfairness of it all.
Sure it was not his choice to leave, his father had made him. But Lydia was the one left with this empty hole in her life. Their relationship was just beginning to heal from the festering injuries that had taken root in it. Off to London he went just as the pus was clearing out. She would be fine, she told herself. The stabbing pain made it difficult to believe that she could ever not love him. But she could. Truth was she would be fine. This heartbreak would pass. Her homicidal lizard werewolf boyfriend with lovely blue eyes and a playful beating heart would be, but a fleeting recollection. She'd forget how he smelled, the way his hair felt flowing through her fingers, his facial features would blur about the edges. She’d forget his favorite songs or about his horrid dislike for peanut butter. Each time her brained recalled something it would permanently alter it. Permanently distorting the memories over and over until Jackson was a stranger to her. A stranger who had whispered ‘I love you’ to her in the dark.
Her eyes flicker up the little patch of sunlit sky he had disappeared into. He took some part of her with him, whether he was aware of it or no, and Lydia knew it would never be returned to her.
She turns away from the window and descends into the crowds of travelers and goodbye-wishers. Whatever it was, it was his to keep. It no longer belonged to her anyway. With her chin held high she stepped onto the escalator and promised herself not to yearn for him.
She misses him anyway.