You can call on me and I'll be there
Someone you can rely on
Be a shoulder you can cry on
You can trust in me
I'm always there
To give you all my loving
Say the word and I'll come running
Anytime you need me to
I'll be there for you
Finnegan Morgan knew that goodbye was coming. It was inevitable. The time had come after months of talking yet the words seemed to fall flat as he repeated them over and over in his head. They had lost all meaning. How were you supposed the say goodbye to someone that had been in your life for 5 years?
"You're not supposed to be leaving me," Rory Gilmore said in a small voice, slightly muffled as she buried her face in his shirt.
"I know love," Finn mumbled back as he subconsciously ran his fingers through her chocolate locks.
"We were supposed to graduate and travel the world together," Rory reminded him as the long awaited tears made their appearance.
"Rory, love. I promise we will see the world together. Just because I'm moving doesn't mean that I'm never going to talk to you again," Finn promised. Rory nodded her head and wrapped her small arms tightly around his waist.
"You better not find another best friend," Rory stated after a few seconds of silence.
"It would be impossible," Finn replied. "No one could replace you love."
Rory sighed and buried her head further into his chest and inhaled. Finn had a unique smell of salt water, alcohol and his aftershave.
"You promise no more drinking?" Rory continued to quiz. Finn rolled his eyes and then nodded at his best friend.
"I can't drink til I'm 21 anyway," Finn reminded her. Rory snorted and then burst out laughing.
"You can't drink here until you're 18 but it's never stopped you."
Finn grinned and dropped a kiss on her forehead.
"What am I going to do without my logical Rory to keep me on track?" Finn asked, the mood turning seriously once again. Rory shrugged.
"American Airlines flight 862 from Sydney to Los Angeles is now boarding. All passengers please make their way to gate 5. Thank you."
Finn pulled Rory tightly against him once again and buried his face in her hair.
"Please don't go," Rory begged, the tears falling freely. "Please stay Finn."
Finn hated leaving his best friend yet there was no way out. He kissed her softly on the lips one last time before turning and walking through the terminal. He never looked back for fear of seeing how broken his best friend really was. Three years and they would be back together. Just three years.