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Chapter 7: Flying
My scholarship application was approved early in March. Since I didn't apply for a management course - but rather, a course in medicine - I knew I would be gone for at least four years.
"I'll wait," he said when I told him the news.
Please don't, I thought.
"Kyle, I probably won't be coming back."
I had decided to try my luck there - abroad. This was my chance of leaving, of flying. If I were lucky, I might be able to find work there.
He was quiet.
I only had to finish the semester, and, sometime in April, I would be taking off.
Trying to sound happy for me, he said, "Well, good luck over there."
Like I said before, he was a bad liar.
"I'll miss you, Kyle."
We were misty-eyed as we said goodbye the afternoon I told him.
It would probably one of the last times I'd be driving through Weeping Willow Drive. Like the first time I was there, the trees just added more desolation - multiplying it by how lonely they looked.
Beated. Run down. Swaying in the slightest breeze, like mermaid's hair tossed about beneath the sea.
It was summer, but the firetrees haven't put out their orange blossoms yet. When I saw them without their flowers, they looked dull.
Lifeless. Wanting. Subtle greens without their fiery oranges.
Kyle came with Mom and Lara to see me off. I was wearing the dark blue shirt he had given me not even a whole year before.
Funny - we didn't even celebrate a single anniversary together.
Mom was almost crying, Lara a bit subdued.
Before I entered the airport, Kyle gave me one last hug.
Tighter than any of those he'd given me before.
In front of everyone.
Taxing out into the runway, I had a vision - a glimpse of what would happen in his future.
He was going to end up marrying a pretty girl - someone like Sara. They'd be having beautiful kids.
As for me, as I settled down, I ended up asking myself lots of things.
I wanted so much to leave. For a long time.
Since I was a child.
Heck, I wanted to go to Saturn.
But why was it, when I was finally leaving, it was just plain breaking my heart?
- the end -
I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who mailed - it was GREAT hearing from you all. =) Words like yours made me want write more - and made me more critical of a few things. This has been my first post to nifty, and I was actually surprised with how people responded - even if the story had no sex in it. I'm just editing another short novel of sorts - my first piece of gay fiction actually ("Similar Differences" is actually my second) - and I'll be trying to post it to nifty soon.
For now, goodbye. Though I'd love to hear from you still. =)