Return To Me, My Love

A few hours later I wake up still on the bathroom floor, my pillow damp beneath my cheek and as I sit up my head pounds painfully and the room spins a little. I slowly get to my feet, clutching the edge of the basin to steady myself before reaching out with one hand and opening my toiletry case, digging out some painkillers and putting three in my mouth before grabbing the glass on the bench and rinsing it out before filling it with cold water, taking a mouthful to wash the pills down with. Once they're down I sit the cup aside, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before bringing it up and running my fingers through my hair, sighing when I finally look up to see my reflection in the mirror. I look terrible, like I haven't slept in days, my eyes are swollen and bloodshot, the skin under them dark and sagging and the rest of my face is ghost white. I push myself away from the basin and turn around, bending down to pick up my discarded clothes from yesterday and grabbing my toiletry case before unlocking the door and opening it, finding Frank curled up on the carpet just outside the door. I pause for a second, watching him breathe deep and even and I think back to last night when he banged on the door and pleaded for me to come out until I fell asleep. After my moment of hesitation I carefully step over him, making my way across the room to my suitcase and I drop my toiletry case and dirty clothes into it before checking around the room, making sure I haven't left anything else around before quietly zipping the suitcase up and grabbing my shoes, pulling them on and grabbing my phone and wallet off the table before grabbing the suitcase and I leave the room, leaving Frank snoring on the floor.

I make my way downstairs and through the lobby, stepping out onto the street and immediately wishing I had put warmer clothes on so I walk quickly to the edge of the curb and hail a cab, thankfully only having to wait a minute before I get one and when I step in and close the door behind me I sigh in relief at the warmth again. I tell the driver to take me to the airport and we set off, the drive taking around twenty minutes and as I step out of the cab my phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I pull it out, seeing Franks name on the screen and I scoff as I slide it back into my pocket again. I make my way inside the airport, sitting my suitcase down as I dig through the side pocket for my passport and ticket, hoping I can get it changed to a flight leaving soon and as I go to stand back up I hear someone calling my name and I turn my head to see Mikey running at me, confusion still written all over my face as he ploughs straight into me, picking me up off the ground and crushing me against his chest. "Mikey, what are you doing here?" I ask when he puts me down and another voice says "You didn't think we'd miss this did you?" And I turn to see dad standing behind us with a huge smile on his face before his eyes dart down and spot my suitcase. "Wait, what's...." "You guys enjoy yourselves out here, I'm heading home" I tell them, stepping back from Mikey and bending down to pick up my suitcase again and I make it three steps away before the shock wears off and dad rushes over and grabs my wrist, stopping me and guiding me to turn around. "Gee, what happened?" "I don't really want to talk about it" I tell him, shrugging out of his grip before rushing into the crowd, heading towards the desk I need to go to.

An hour later I am sitting on a bench watching everyone pass by me, my suitcase by my feet as I wait three more hours to check my bags in and get ready for my flight. I dig through my suitcase for my iPod and just as I hook it up, pulling my feet up and hugging my knees to my chest someone sits beside me, way too close for my liking and when I turn my head Frank is right there, a bunch of roses clutched in one hand and he surges in and seals his mouth to mine, his free hand tangling in the back of my hair and holding me in place and I flail my arms for a few seconds, trying to push him away before I give in, bringing my hands up and tangling them both in his hair as I kiss back, tears streaming down my cheeks as I tug hard enough on his hair to cause discomfort and he whines softly but keeps kissing, his own hand tangling tighter in my hair.

Notes

So...did anyone else not like/was disappointed by Franks new video or was that just me?