I took my suitcases and gave him a great big hug. We were saying goodbye anyway. One hand was holding my suitcases while the other one was trying to give him a really tight squeeze. I didn’t want to let go, but we did. I gave him a sad smile and walked inside the airport.
The usual crowd was there; I tried to find my way to the counter of my airline. I handed the lady my e-ticket and put my check-in luggage on the small conveyor belt that will take them away. I was glad I didn’t have any excess baggage. She handed me the boarding pass and I headed to the immigration counter. While I was there, I kept looking back to the outside; trying to see if I can still see him. I didn’t want to go. But here I am, leaving anyway. I handed the man in the immigration counter my passport and boarding pass. He stamped the departure stamp on my passport and handed everything back to me.
I looked back once more. The moment I step inside the immigration gate, that’s it. I will be going back home and God knows when I will get to see him again.
With all that I got, I ran.
I kept running, not thinking of the people who were looking at the crazy girl running out of the immigration.
I pulled out my phone and called him. The moment he picked up, I told him I can’t do it. I can’t go home.
I was at the gate of the airport. There was a guard there but I managed to sneak out.
I looked for him in the crowd. When I saw him, I was near to tears. I kept telling him I can’t do it. I told him that my bags were checked in, I already have a departure stamp, but I can’t do it.
He told me to go back there. Go home. And that I was being stupid.
I started crying. My anxiety kicked in.
I told him that we’ve only been together for two weeks. That was so little time to be together after so long of being apart. I kept asking him why he wants me to come home. Why he doesn’t want me to stay.
Tears rolling down my cheeks.
He calmed me down and told me I can stay. But I need to fix everything. I need to get my bags back before my flight leaves.
I managed to return inside the airport without any guards wondering about the weird girl going back and forth from their airport. I headed to the counter where I got my boarding pass and told the lady that I can’t go in this flight right now. I told her I wasn’t feeling well. She wasn’t the nicest person; she looked skeptical. She knew I wasn’t really not well.
She asked me to wait a bit before I can get my bags.
After some time, she went out with just one bag. I told her I have two. Again, she gave me a skeptical look. This time, matching it with annoyance. She was talking to some people here and there, seeming to be not interested in my missing bag.
A lady went over to me and asked me why I can’t go. I told her I wasn’t feeling well. She seemed to not believe me as well but she looked more understanding than the counter lady. She talked to the lady. She looked as if she’s explaining the situation to her and asking her for the remainder of my things.
The counter lady looked pissed this time. “You think this is funny? Pretending you’re not okay and bothering everyone here for you bag?” she told me.
I was taken aback and didn’t know what to do. So I ended up doing the thing I was so good at — crying. I started crying and told her that I wasn’t pretending at all. I was crying so hard that I couldn’t breathe anymore. The counter lady looked scared that I might die there. The nice lady walked towards me and calmed me down.
The counter lady rolled her eyes at me and asked me to come with her to get my other bag.
Flash forward, it was a new scene.
We were in some sort of building by the airport. The counter lady was still there and she lead me inside. It looked like an office, a fancy one at that. There were glass cabinets with plane and flight attendant figurines displayed. I assumed it was the office of the airline where I booked my tickets.
There was another room and I when I looked inside, the counter lady was there talking to a guy. There seem to be a meeting as there were a lot of people there.
I never really knew what happened next or if I was able to get back my other bag.
It was time to wake up.