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Being alone has been a subject that most individuals look down upon. Clearly there's a huge difference in feeling alone and being alone.

It's something that crosses my mind often.

How being around larger groups of people, especially those I couldn't bring myself to be more comfortable around, was draining.

It still is, it's something I've attempted to overcome. It's tiring, and in no way helps when you have to interact with those people.

Being alone has always been the greatest company.

Right now however I wasn't at all, I stood in the line, firmly holding the handle of my luggage and gradually moving forward.

Turning my head, I came to the realization of the huge amount of people behind me.

This line moves so slow.

I got here a little late, but it's all settled now and I'll just have to wait.

As I waited, I felt a hard arm hit mine. Only to turn my head and see Ronan next to the rope barrier.

"The fuck are you doing here?" He questions, looking me up and down.

"What do you mean? I'm in line?" I followed up, bewildered.

"Wrong line dumbass. Ours is over there." He glances over to the line with fewer people.

Our line? What does that supposed to mean?

I drag my luggage and bag under the rope barrier, bending down and walking out of the line.

"Been standing there how long?" He asked.

I extend the handle of the bag so it's longer, "Thirty minutes."

"Any longer and you would've missed the fucking flight." He scolds walking farther away from me.

He walks so fucking fast.

"You're concerned about me not making the flight?" I questioned as a half smile grew on my lips, attempting to walk quicker and catch up to him.

"No. I would've been happier if you didn't come with us." He argued.

"Your answer says otherwise."

He stays silent and I notice about five people in the line, moving quicker than the one I was in. I walk right after the next person in line, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

"Is this line for the elite or something?" I asked, dumbfounded.

He takes my luggage, rolling it to the baggage carousel where the other ones were moving.

He picks mine and his up, laying it down to the side.

The luggage handler begins to speak, "Ma'am the bag in your hand?"

"It's a carry on." I replied.

He nods and I hand him my ID and passport, after checking them he hands them back to me.

I took my other bag in my hand, taking it through the middle of the airport.

I drag it through the escalator and walk off, looking over the ticket in my right hand.

I read off it, it says that I need to get to Gate D, where the fuck is that?

I look around the airport, desperately searching for a sign that reads 'Gate D'.

Turning around, I see him again. Forgetting that he's going with me too.

"You are everywhere." I said to him in realization.

"Looking for something?"

"Yeah, gate d. You know where it is?"

He nods, glaring over to the sign behind him. I nod and walk over to the sign.

Finally getting to the seating area in front of the gate, I sat down next to an older woman. Maybe in her mid-fifties. I put down my heavy bag and backpack beside me, waiting for time to go by.

The woman is bickering on the phone, something about some wedding and a flight. She turns her head to me and smiles.

Hanging up, she starts to talk to me.

"What's bringing you to New York?" She seems to have softer voice than I do. She's dressed in a floral top and cream cardigan. And, a matching cream maxi skirt.

"Oh, uh. A business trip." I replied, attempting to sound happier and disguise the fact that I woke up at four am for this fucking flight.

"What about you, ma'am?" I returned the question to seem interested.

"I'm going to my older son's wedding, he doesn't exactly know I'm going a few weeks before the wedding so I'm going to surprise him." Excitement fills her voice.

"That's actually really sweet, I hope things go well once you're there." I replied in awe.

"Thank you! Have a safe flight darling."

She smiles, slowly getting up. I help her up with her stilts and she waves me goodbye.

"Thank you! I hope everything goes well!" I yelled to her and waved back.

I watched as she headed to the other gate with the backpack on her back.

I get startled by the intercom, I heard different words at once. Not being able to comprehend anything that was said.

The area began to crown pretty quickly, all the seats being full now.

The intercom starts to buzz, I'm assuming it's an announcement for our flight.

"The flight for Venice, Italy will begin boarding soon." The intercom buzzes, then turns off.

I watch as larger families begin to go through security, stepping in.

The time for me to board comes around and I pick up my bags from the white tiled floor, making my way to the body scanner.

I walk through and it flashes green, letting me through.

After picking my bags up again, I step into the jet bridge and make my way to the airplane.

Attempting to find my seat, I push through the people in front of me.

"Sorry." I apologized to a man, stepping further through the plane.

Reading the seat numbers above them one by one, I spot the seat I'm supposed to be seated in.

I push open the overhead lockers above the seats, setting the two bags in there. Then slamming it shut.

I sit at the seat by the window, fastening my seatbelt and looking out the window.

Indistinct chatter begins to fill my ears so I put my earphones in, plugging them into my phone.

I get a text message from Alisha, opening it and reading what it wrote.

are u in the plane yet?

Received, 6:35 am

I text back.

yeah we're actually taking off in a couple minutes i'm pretty sure

Sent, 6:36 am

is your boyfriend with u?

Received, 6:36

he's not my boyfriend

Sent, 6:37

answer the question inez

Received, 6:38

I sense a guy sit down next to me and turn to notice those familiar blue irises.

Taking an earphone out of my ear, my eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Why not? Is this seat reserved for someone?"

I shook my head.

he's sitting right next to me.

Sent, 6:40

A smirk is plastered on his face as he reads the book in his hands.

He's reading?

"I thought you didn't read?"

Is what he said at least.

He ignores my remark, flipping to the next page and continuing. He's dressed in a black hoodie and red plaid pants with his hood on.

His dark hair is slightly messy at the ends of his curls are more frizzy than usual, usually they look more put together.

Yet he still manages to look good.

"Staring at me?" He locks eyes with me for a second then back at the ink on parchment, a slight smile.

Very subtle but it was there.

I quickly look away, going back on my phone and ignoring the fact that he noticed me staring at him.

is he like really close to you?

Recieved, 6:44

you know you should really get back to sleep yeah?

Sent, 6:45

I angrily texted back, slowly shutting my eyes closed in embarrassment.

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heyy i hope you liked :) i wanted to post this yesterday but it was my birthday so i was busy love u and thank u sm for reading it means a lot, i love reading your comments they make me happy