Faster than the wind, passionate as sin,
Ended so suddenly…
I stepped off the plane, taking deep breathes, trying to calm myself so I didn't have a mental breakdown right then and there.
Old scars surfaced, now fresh and refurbished. I kept trying to stay cool and appear unsuspicious.
No one exactly knew what had happened, why I left exactly after receiving my diploma. Why I walked straight out the doors, without looking back. No one knew all of the pain I had gone through.
But I refused to be the pathetic, naïve girl, still hung up on a boy ten years after their breakup. I didn't wait for him to come.
I'm over him. He was the one who was missing out on what could have been a beautiful relationship, like it had been two years before the breakup.
Besides, when we split, it wasn't like he was affected.
No one quite understood why I left. They thought that he had affected me that bad. They were partially right. Only partially, though. No one knew the real reason. Really, I shouldn't dwell on these thoughts.
But I couldn't help it. It was like helplessly watching as your favorite pet gets ran over by a car. You could only stand there and watch, but if you tried to stop it, you'd get hurt.
That's kind of how it is, now. I can't stop it, or else I will get hurt, only falling deeper into my ocean of thoughts, where I can't breathe or swim at all. I couldn't save myself from this.
It's been a while since these thoughts and memories were resurfaced from the bottom of the ocean. And it scared me that simply being here, breathing the same air I had, years ago, could make me think of that dark period in my life.
I missed my work. I missed healing all of the little sick children who came to my clinic. I miss being a pediatrician.
But I really should enjoy myself a bit. I had taken three weeks off, for personal reasons, also known as flying halfway around the world to attend my former best friend's wedding, and also helping her plan a bit of it.
Speaking of my former best friend, Amber said she was going to be waiting in the Starbucks inside the huge airport. So, I scurried off to baggage claim, anxiously to see my best friend in person for the first time in a decade.
When I arrive at the Starbucks, I immediately recognize the platinum blond hair facing away from me.
Amber Millington, or soon-to-be, Campbell, was really in the flesh.
I felt a smile spread across my face.
She was sipping on a coffee, and had one across from her, probably for me.
She set her coffee down, and glanced towards the door, but then doing a double-take when she saw me. She grinned.
Her skin was the same ivory color it had been the day of graduation. Her eyes were still as blue as the sky. Her hair was in its beautiful pin-straight state, which I had always been a bit jealous of. It was a bit longer than it used to be. Her makeup was natural, which looked quite good on her. She was dressed in a flowing white blouse, medium-pink skinny jeans, and wedges. Her engagement ring was dazzling, sparkling in the white light.
She hadn't changed too much. She was still the fashionista she always was, and will be. She'd developed a bit more, and she was taller, too. Her curves were more defined and clear
"Nina!" she exclaimed, get up so fast, her chair fell backwards, making a loud bang, causing everyone in the café to look at us.
Her cheeks flushed pink, as she carefully picked the chair back up, and returned it to its spot.
I dropped all of my luggage, running towards her, engulfing her in a hug.
I felt a bit insecure standing next to her. She was much prettier than I was. And, not to mention that I was dressed in my old faded blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt for comfortable flight.
"I've missed you so much," I whispered into her shoulder.
It was true; I had never noticed how much I had loved and missed her until now.
I felt much younger. I felt like I had been dead since graduation, and I had just resurrected a few seconds ago. I felt like I had just gotten my first taste of freedom and happiness.
"Me too," she said.
We pulled away, smiling at each other.
"Do you want to have your coffee here, in the car?" she asked.
"In the car is fine," I said.
"I can't believe it's really you," she breathed.
"Yeah," I replied in the same octave.
"Where did you go after graduation?"
I sighed. "I guess I'll have to tell you sometime. But not now, not here. And plus, it's a long story."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just asked that right away. I had no right to. I understand if you don't want to." Amber had always been understanding. She was also good at reading people, and sensing their discomfort, or their romantic feelings. She wasn't called 'matchmaker' in high school for nothing.
"Anyway, enough about me! You're engaged!" I exclaimed.
I grabbed my coffee from the table, and my luggage as Amber lead the way to her car. I listened intently as she talked animatedly about how she and Mick started dating in college.
When we had arrived to Amber and Mick's house (which was beautiful, and made my two-room apartment look like a small closet), Amber helped me unpack in one of her and Mick's many guest rooms.
"So, any plans for a family?" I asked, as Amber came into the room with two mugs of hot chocolate, sitting on my bed across from me. It felt like old times, talking about nothing and everything, sipping on hot chocolate.
Amber swallowed a sip of her hot chocolate, licking her upper lip. "Yeah. I want three girls and one boy."
I felt a bit of jealousy ping in my chest. She actually had plans for children, and knows that she will get them. But I swallowed that back by taking a sip of my hot chocolate. I can't be selfish. I'm happy for Amber.
I smiled at her. "You used to say that all the time in high school," I laughed.
She looked at me strangely. "High school?"
"Oh," I laughed. "I mean Secondary School. Sorry, I forgot that you don't get American slang, after all of these years of knowing me."
"Oh. But anyway, you had always said that you wanted three kids, but didn't care what their gender was. You said three at minimum."
She remembered after all of these years. I had to blink back tears.
"You…you remembered?" I asked.
"Well, of course, Nina. You were-still are my best friend. I was devastated when you left… I searched for years. And I finally got a hold of your address just in time for the wedding. At first, I wasn't sure it was you… but you called! I was so happy…"
Amber had tears forming, also.
"It was never the same after you left… You were my best friend. It was like Patricia and Joy all over again, except you and I…everyone was telling me that you were dead, or didn't care."
"Amber, you're my best friend. I did and always will care. I lived with a decade of regret and shame. Just, I was feeling really insecure. I was scared to return. I thought you guys would be angry with me."
I took a deep breath. We were at a full-fledged sob fest, now.
"Amber…. I have to tell you why I left…." And then, I began to spill my guts out to her, explaining all of my pain and problems to her. It felt nice to be listened to. It was nice to have a shoulder to cry on.
Amber held me as she tried to get me to calm down and stop crying so that she could hear me better.
"Sorry," I whispered after I was done. "Tears won't change what happened, and it won't change the truth…"
"You shouldn't keep things like that bottled up, Nina."
"Do you want to be alone, babe?" she asked gently.
"I think I need a shower," I said softly and quietly.
She nodded, and left to go downstairs.
Amber had been the only one who had ever seen me this vulnerable. Except him, when we were figuring out the mysteries together, and my Gran got really sick, before she had healed, whenever I had cried and just told him everything.
But it felt good to cry and show some sort of emotion again.
I grabbed some soft pajama shorts, and an old college t-shirt to sleep in, and headed to the en suite bathroom, that would be mine for the next three weeks, up until two days after Amber's wedding.
The shower was nice and hot, my muscles loosening from all of those hours of flight. The jetlag would be really bad. It always was, and probably always will be.
I also had felt dirty on the plane flight, and the coconut body-wash that Amber had put in here, before my arrival felt life and soft against my skin.
I shampooed and conditioned, and then used the face wash that Amber had put in here, also.
I stopped the shower, wringing my hair out, before stepping out into the bathroom, which was freezing, and made me feel like I was in the Artic.
I quickly made my way to the cabinet with the towels in it, grabbing two white fluffy towels.
I wrapped one around my head, and the other around my body.
I giggled at myself, just realizing that I looked like I just walked out of an Ancient African tribe, with my outfit choice.
I actually giggled.
Not laughed, giggled.
Someone get the world record book. Nina Martin has giggled, after going a successful decade without doing it.
I actually had forgot how to do it, to be honest. I forgot how it felt to be carefree and happy.
I dried my body off, throwing the towel that had previously been wrapped around my body into the hamper to my left.
I pulled on my underwear, then my shorts. I unwrapped my hair from the towel, feeling it to be only a tiny bit damp. I deemed it acceptable, and pulled my shirt over my head, then pulling my long hair from inside of my shirt.
I began to comb out my wet and vulnerable curls with the comb that Amber had put on the counter. She remembered that I hated to use brushes unless my hair was wet, and I needed to pull it into a ponytail.
Once that was done, I set the comb down and picked up the brush, using it to pull my hair into a ponytail and tying it with of the many scrunchies in the bathroom, which Amber had put in here.
I just realized that Amber pretty much prepared the bathroom how it was in Anubis House.
She had also put a fresh pack of toothbrushes, and a new tube of Colgate toothpaste.
I brushed my teeth, the wiped my mouth. I realized I forgot to throw the towel that was in my hair into the hamper, so I did that.
I exited the bathroom, flicking the light off, and shutting the door.
I smelled a nice aroma coming from the kitchen, and I really didn't care that I just brushed my teeth. My stomach betrayed me. My mouth was watering, and I was starving.
I descended the stairs, and made my way to the kitchen, where Amber was wrapped in a silk kimono, her hair in a towel, signaling she had showered but not for as long as me.
"Whatcha cookin'?" I asked her, taking a seat at the island.
"Pancakes, eggs, bacon… just about every breakfast food there is."
"Amber, it's seven o' clock at night."
She shrugged. "It's one of the only things that I know how to cook. Besides, Mick is the cook of the house, and he isn't back from work, yet."
"Oh, where does he work?"
"He's a surgeon, but he loves to play sports just like old times in his free times," she answered.
I nodded, even though her back was turned to me, and she couldn't see me.
"Where do you work?" I blurted out. The thought just occurred to me.
"I'm a Victoria's Secret Angel," she replied with ease.
I nodded, again. Of course. That's such an Amber job.
"Of course you're a model," I laughed. "It's one of the only jobs worthy of Amber soon-to-be Campbell."
"I have a fashion line of shoes, a makeup line, and a fragrance, from being 'so famous', apparently."
I made a Not Bad face, like that one internet meme where President Obama makes a face of approval.
"Pretty successful for a twenty-eight-year-old," I said. "All I am is a pediatrician."
"Ooh," Amber said. "Does this mean that you're good with children?"
"Yeah," I said slowly. I didn't know where she was going with this.
"Good! You can be my kids' aunt, since Mick and I are both have no other siblings."
I laughed at that comment. "Okay," I said.
"Food's done!" she announced, serving me a plate of what I used to eat every morning at Anubis House.
"Thanks," I said.
She nodded, helping herself.
Then, she sat next to me.
She looked at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you going to try it?" she asked.
I hesitated a bit. The last time I'd tried Amber's food, was when she tried to bake cookies when we were seventeen, and I had food poisoning for a week after that. I had made a silent vow never to eat her food.
But then I realized I was being rude, and took a huge bite from an egg, expecting to vomit at any second.
It was surprisingly…yummy.
"These are the best eggs I've ever tasted!" I exclaimed, stuffing my face with more of her wondrous breakfast-for-dinner.
"Mmhm," she said. "I may have learned a thing or two about cooking since I was seventeen….well, about frying things, anyway." Amber laughed.
Before I knew it, I was stuffed, and my plate was empty. I drank some orange juice that Amber had prepared for me a few minutes ago, predicting I would be, 'thirstier than the ancient people who lived in deserts.'
Yup. Definitely still Amber. But then I explained how they had all settled near rivers, so they could have food and water.
And then, it turned into a full-out sass war about who knew more history. We both were trying really hard not to laugh, during it. Then, we stopped.
I took a swig of orange juice but as soon as it was done my throat, Amber and I were rolling on the floor, laughing.
Then, I felt something coming from my nose.
"Nina," Amber breathed between laughs. "You're laughing so hard that orange juice is coming from your nose!"
That only made me laugh harder.
Sooner or later, Amber and I had the dishes in the sink, and I was wiping my nose.
"Well," I said. "I think I'm going to call it a night."
"Okay," Amber said. "Your jetlag is going to be bad tomorrow," she laughed.
I nodded, and already, I was beginning to feel exhausted, and I bid Amber good night, climbing the stairs, and after what felt like a century, I was crawling into the soft bed of Amber's guest room.
Before I knew it, my breathing began to slow, and I was engrossed in a dark, dreamless slumber.
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