Why would he love me?

Where are you?

Andrew

"What do you mean, the car won't start?"

This is a total disaster. It's been twenty minutes since he called. And apparently, the car won't start.

"What do you think I mean? This crappy piece of junk won't start."

"Don't talk about my baby like that."

We all turn to glare at him. Really not the right time Shane.

"Well, how are we going to get there?"

"My car's being serviced."

Great, just great. Every minute we spend debating this is one minute lost on Garrett. He's probably losing hope on us.

"What about any of your friends' cars?"

Does he see any other cars around?

"They all got an Uber."

"All of them? Those are some lazy friends."

Seriously?

"Uber. Uber, someone call one."

We're not going to get there for ages now. I hope he trusts me enough not to leave. I'll be broken if he goes. I'm not sure I can really cope without him. I've been struggling, just getting by, for months now.

"It's going to take forever for that to get there. And ages to get to the airport. He'll have gone by then."

"What do you want us to do? There's literally nothing we can do."

I hate that he's right.

Garrett

I know what I have to do now. I've been feeling lost for a while. Unsure of what to do. How to make it better. I've always felt like this. Everyone around is rushing around at 1000 miles an hour. Like on a train. And I'm barely hanging on.

Only recently though, have I really been struggling. Like the train's increased its speed. People are moving faster. More out of control. Harder to keep up with.

Harming gave me some relief. Temporary, the evidence however left forever. I knew I needed a more long time solution. A permanent one. And I think I've finally found it. I just need to go.

"Hey, Gare. You ready?"

Gare. Andrew used to call me that. God, I miss him. Why isn't he here? He said he would be.

"Garrett?"

I stand there, unmoving. I can't really do this, can I?

"Garrett. Come on. Don't make a scene."

He places his hand warningly on my arm. It's like he knows I want to run. But I'm frozen to the ground.

Bending down, he whispers in my ear,

"You called him. Didn't you? I bet he's coming to pick you up. You don't want to come. YOU FUCKING LIED."

I flinch as he raises his voice. I'm acutely aware of the whole airport turning to look. Confusion crosses their faces. As well as curiosity.

"People are looking."

"I don't care if people are fucking looking."

Slamming his hand onto the table, he curses loudly.

"Cam?"

Why am I concerned? I need to go. Now.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

He turns away for a minute, while a hand gently touches my arm. My heartbeat increases. Could it be him?