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The worst part of flying somewhere is waiting in the airport beforehand. Being in a plane thirty-some thousand feet above the air doesn’t bother me, neither does the takeoff or landing. But every minute I have to sit in an uncomfortable chair, watching the numbers tick by until it’s time to board, messes with my nerves. I can’t stand it. It doesn’t help that my life is a complete and utter mess, and I’m either about to make the biggest mistake ever or put the pieces of my life back together.
How do things get so far off track? I had dreams and a plan to make them all come true. I even sacrificed the love of my life because I deemed my career more important. Now, my dreams have crashed into reality and I’m going to have to end it before I’m ready. This isn’t how I imagined myself at twenty-six, or any other age if I’m honest. Everything is wrong and has fallen apart. It’ll be a miracle if my spontaneous decision actually helps. I can’t help but be skeptical, since I’ve tried to always plan my life. I need a plan. Look at where that got me. An injured shoulder once again that led to surgery. If it wasn’t for a stupid car accident not even three days later, my intensive physical therapy might have paid off. I think I would be done with physical therapy at this point had it not been for re-injuring my shoulder in the accident and causing further damage. So here I am facing an early retirement after a publicly called-off engagement.
I’ve spent the last six months retracing my steps. Where did I go wrong? What part of my planning caused the first misstep to land me where I am now? Every time I come back to one decision.
Leaving Noah.
That has to be where I went wrong. Obviously, I should’ve chosen to prioritize love over my career. I’ve spent so much time lately feeling guilty for leaving him, especially since it seems it was for nothing, or pissed off that my damn plan couldn’t have worked out like I wanted. My thoughts trail back to everything that’s happened. My life was good for a while after we broke up. I missed him terribly, of course, but things were proceeding just like I’d hoped. My life was on course.
Until it wasn’t.
Now, I’m full of regrets, thinking of what would’ve happened had I taken a different path.
If I’d never left, then I would have never gotten engaged to Vance. I never would have had to experience the terrible things I did with him. So much would’ve been different had I been with Noah. I just know it.
My eyes flick to the TV screen and I see that only two freaking minutes have passed.
God, I’m insane!
What am I doing? I haven’t spoken to Noah in years, ever since we started pursuing our careers. I don’t know if he’s seeing someone or if he will want to see me. Things ended well enough, but that doesn’t mean anything now. I’m walking into the unknown with my only plan of action being to find him and hope for the best.
Hope for the best!
What kind of crazy person does that?
Sure, a lot of people do, but I don’t!
I can’t do this. Nope. This is a crazy, stupid idea. I need more time to think and come up with what exactly I’m going to do. I need a damn plan. I’m sure Noah wouldn’t want me to show up right now anyway. I reach for my carry-on when I hear that voice. It can’t be.
Can it?
“Meredith Quick! I don’t believe it.”
My head snaps up to locate him as my heart immediately launches from my chest and into the arms of the man I haven’t seen in so long. My smile is automatic as I stand. The nerves from waiting to board intensify as I take him in. He’s an even six feet with a bit of scruff on his face, his black hair hanging down to his chin, and brown eyes shining to complete the image of perfection. Before I can speak, he drops his bag into the chair next to mine, wraps his arms around me, and picks me up for a rib-crushing bear hug.
“Noah Ramsey,” I say into his neck. Before my body can catch up with my mind, I’m relaxing in his arms. It’s as if the weight of all the stress I’ve been experiencing melts away with his arms around me. This is definitely the right decision. I hate to speak, but I must. “I can’t breathe,” I rasp because I honestly can’t. He’s squeezing the life out of me.
His chest shakes with his laughter as he sets me down. Those brown eyes flicker to the large television screen behind me. “This your flight, too?”
“Yeah, it is.” We take a seat, angled toward one another, and I guess, “Shouldn’t you be in Raleigh already?”
“Yeah. Ashley had a baby, so I flew home for a quick trip to meet my first nephew before things can get too crazy.” His eyes are as bright as his smile. His excitement over the baby is clear.
“Congrats to her,” I say with a genuine smile. “Excited to finally be an uncle?”
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to get the little guy into some skates and see how he does against me.”
I smile. “Ah, yes. You’re a big shot professional hockey player. How could I forget?” It’s why I wondered why he wasn’t home. It’s September and hockey season will be starting soon. He should’ve been back already, but if his sister had a baby, it explains why he wasn’t.
He matches my grin with his white teeth on display. “Hey, you’re a big shot professional tennis player.”
“Not if I’m forced to retire, Noah,” I say solemnly, causing him to lose his smile. Everything wrong in my life
seems to crash back into my mind, reminding me why I’m here.
Noah places his hand on my leg, mid-thigh, immediately distracting me. I’m wearing shorts, so he’s touching bare skin, which starts to burn from his touch, a raging inferno of heat flushing throughout my body. God, how can a simple touch cause my stomach to suddenly explode with butterflies?
“You doing okay, Mere?”
Hearing him say Mere jars me. It’s like no time has passed at all since we last spoke, since we were last together. Could that correlate into an easy transition if we were to get back together?
To respond to his question, I nod. Oddly, I’m uncomfortable with the conversation, yet comfortable being around my ex-boyfriend. My emotions are like a see-saw, ranging from a high of happiness, excitement, a rush of wonderful memories, desire, and overwhelming love to a low of panic, terror, uncertainty, and pain rooted in my own action of walking away from him. All of those feelings are rising and falling constantly, giving me an emotional whiplash.
“So, what’s taking you to Raleigh?” he asks.
Noah always knew when to change the subject. Something I loved about him, and something that hasn’t changed. The relief from that causes me to relax a little as I shrug. I’ve been worried since I made the decision to see him about the possibility that the Noah I knew was long gone. He could’ve morphed into another person during our time apart.
“I needed a change and, out of all the flights going out today, I chose this one.” The lie comes before I can think better of it. Maybe I should wait to I tell him that I came for him. I should find out about his life first. What if he has a girlfriend? I can’t tell him if he does. Not to mention I need to figure out if getting back together is even an option for him. Just because he gave me a warm welcome and is inquiring about my life doesn’t mean he wants to pick up where we left off.
Noah stares at me, his brows sky high. “Just like that? You almost sound like you decided to fly only today.”
“I did.”
“You’re telling me that you didn’t know yesterday, or three weeks ago, you were going to North Carolina today?” he asks with a load of skepticism. Noah knows that I’m a planner and making last-minute decisions goes against the grain of who I am.
“No. I woke up this morning, couldn’t stand being at home anymore, and decided to leave. A lot has changed since we last saw each other, Noah,” I tell him, glancing away to the television. We should be boarding any second now.
“Flight 482 to Raleigh will now board First Class.”
Noah and I stand, forgoing conversation until we’re in our seats. The charmer that he is, Noah convinces the older gentleman who is supposed to sit next to me to switch seats with him. He puts my carry-on bag in the overhead for me, too. I’m thankful because it would’ve been a bit painful for me to have done it myself. That’s what I get for ignoring the signs which have made my shoulder that much worse.
I can’t believe I’m sitting next to him. It’s been so unbelievably long. And yet, I still want to crawl into his lap, kiss his lips, and very much make this a reunion of epic proportions.
But that can’t happen.
I don’t know anything about Noah’s personal life. The last time I spoke to him was a moment of weakness a month after we broke up. Hell, I don’t even know if he would want to reunite. The memories of us together become too much to handle with the uncertainty surrounding me. We hung out so much that our families became close. It would take hours to study and do homework because it was easy for us to get distracted and let our conversation go off on a tangent. However, we didn’t need to talk all the time. Some of my favorite memories are of Noah simply holding me.
I’ve always regretted walking away from Noah. Planning to come back to him at some point didn’t make me regret it any less. I couldn’t have foreseen, or I chose to ignore the possibility of, how much I missed him, how much my life lacked the happiness that came with loving him and being with him, or how gigantic the void of his presence in my life would be.
It’s been an overwhelming regret since my injury. Meeting him today was pure coincidence. Maybe it’s a sign that I’m finally on the right track.
Get a grip, Meredith. You can’t start over where you left off.
I glance over at him as he switches his phone into airplane mode; mine is turned off already. He’s wearing denim shorts and a white T-shirt that hugs his body a bit too much. There’s a darkness on his chest over his heart that just can be seen beneath his shirt. My fingers reach over without my mind’s permission before I can think about it.
“You still have it?” I ask, part-amazed, part-grateful, part-disbelieving. I pull his shirt down, probably stretching his collar some, and sure enough, my name is scrawled over his heart, untouched. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they trace the lettering.
