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Uh, yeah, a somewhat original fic.
Terminus
I finally get to the part of the terminal just outside the security area. It's full of people standing around waiting to greet or people busy hugging and exchanging pleasantries. The flight announcements are muffled to the point of unintelligibility and there isn't an incoming flights screen anywhere in the area.
Has your flight come in already?
I crane around shoulders and heads to look at the people filing out through the security area. What if you've already slipped by? What if I don't recognize you? Do you really look like the picture or have you changed a lot? Maybe you're already wandering around the terminal looking for me.
How many planes could possibly be coming into this little airport at once? The stream of people seams endless.
Some of the people in front of me move forward a bit and greet the person they were awaiting with "hi"s and "how was your flight?" They eventually set off for the baggage area, children running ahead, carry on trailing behind. Through a slightly less obstructed view I strain to catch a glimpse.
There! There you are. As you come out into the open area I move to meet you. We exchange smiles as we close and immediately embrace in an awkward baggage encumbered hug.
How could I have thought I wouldn't recognize you?
Suddenly it's like I'm seventeen again. I'm not sure where to put my arms. Not sure how long to hold on.
Then we, like the others, are walking off to the baggage area. I don't know what to say. There's so much. I freeze.
"How was your flight?"
I finally get to the part of the terminal just outside the security area. It's full of people standing around waiting to greet or people busy hugging and exchanging pleasantries. The flight announcements are muffled to the point of unintelligibility and there isn't an incoming flights screen anywhere in the area.
Has your flight come in already?
I crane around shoulders and heads to look at the people filing out through the security area. What if you've already slipped by? What if I don't recognize you? Do you really look like the picture or have you changed a lot? Maybe you're already wandering around the terminal looking for me.
How many planes could possibly be coming into this little airport at once? The stream of people seams endless.
Some of the people in front of me move forward a bit and greet the person they were awaiting with "hi"s and "how was your flight?" They eventually set off for the baggage area, children running ahead, carry on trailing behind. Through a slightly less obstructed view I strain to catch a glimpse.
There! There you are. As you come out into the open area I move to meet you. We exchange smiles as we close and immediately embrace in an awkward baggage encumbered hug.
How could I have thought I wouldn't recognize you?
Suddenly it's like I'm seventeen again. I'm not sure where to put my arms. Not sure how long to hold on.
Then we, like the others, are walking off to the baggage area. I don't know what to say. There's so much. I freeze.
"How was your flight?"