The Ending I Want
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“Taylor Shaw hasn’t changed her flight from tomorrow to today, and she hasn’t purchased a ticket for today’s flight either, sir.”
I feel a beat of relief. But just because she hasn’t tried to change her flight doesn’t mean she won’t. She could be walking in there right now, heading to the desk where Amber is sitting.
“Do you have a pen and paper?”
“Yes.”
“Write this number down.” I rattle off my phone number to her. “If she turns up at the desk, I want you to call me immediately.”
“Yes, sir. Should I put a flag against her name in the system in case she doesn’t come to the desk and tries to change the flight by telephone?”
I don’t think Taylor would do that. I think she’s in the cab on the way to the airport to change her ticket and leave. But I still say, “Yes, and put a note to call me right away.”
“Sir, do we let her change the ticket?”
“No.”
“And if she wants to purchase another?”
“Tell her the flight is full.”
“Won’t that only send her to another airline though, sir?”
Fuck, she’s right.
I start doing the math in my head. I was going to go straight to my apartment and get my passport. I figured, if I couldn’t change her mind, if she chose to get on that flight and go back to Boston, then I was going to go with her, whether she wanted me there or not.
I’m not leaving her side again until I make her see sense. Make her see that the only place she needs to be is here with me.
But, if I do that, I’ll have to drive right past the airport and then another thirty minutes to my apartment and back to the airport.
Fuck! Why the hell did I go to Oxford?
I’ll have to take my chances and go straight to the airport. Stop Taylor from getting on that flight. Beg her to stay. Beg her to let me take her back to the hospital.
If she gets on that flight, then I’m screwed. I might own an airline, but I’m not God. There’s no way I’ll be flying into Boston without my passport.
“I’m thirty minutes away,” I tell Amber. “When she shows up, keep her there, and don’t let her leave, no matter what.”
“Yes, sir.”
I press the button to disconnect the call, and I put my foot down, speeding down the M40, heading for Heathrow as fast as my car will get me there.
I slam my brakes when I reach the drop-off bay at terminal five, and I jump out of my car, locking it with the fob as I hurry away, heading toward the doors to get inside. I’ll get a parking ticket for sure, leaving it here, but like I give a fuck.
I just need to get in there as fast as possible.
Amber hasn’t called back to say that Taylor has shown up, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t there.
I pick up speed, breaking into a fast jog, pushing past people, as I head inside the terminal and straight for the ticket desk.
As I approach, I see a young redhead sitting behind the desk—Amber, I’m guessing—but there’s no sign of Taylor. I don’t know whether to be happy or worried.
I skid to a stop at the desk, slamming my hands down on the counter.
Amber’s eyes come up from the computer she was looking at. Her eyes widen when she sees it’s me.
“Mr. Hunter—sir”—she stands up from her chair—“Miss Shaw hasn’t shown up or called. I was just checking to make sure she hadn’t called to change her ticket.” She turns the computer screen to show me.
My brow furrows in confusion.
Taylor should be here by now. She got the cab over an hour ago.
Even if she didn’t come to the ticket desk right away, surely, she would be here now, as check-in is now open, as it’s past two o’clock.
“Is there anything else I can do to help, sir?”
That’s when I realize I haven’t actually said anything to Amber.
“No. I’m fine.”
I cast my eyes around the airport bustling with people, but there’s no Taylor.
Where are you, babe?
“Well, anything you need, just let me know.”
I give Amber a brief nod. “I’m just going to wait here until she turns up.”
“Do you want a chair?” She gestures to her own chair.
I shake my head. “I’m fine, standing.”
I’m too restless to sit. Nervous energy is burning up inside me.
I turn and lean my back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest, and I start watching the people coming in and out, looking for pink hair and a beautiful face.
Where are you, Boston? Come on, baby, throw me a fucking bone here.
Show up. Please.
I need to make you see sense.
I need you…
“Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” Amber asks from behind me.
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
I catch sight of pink hair, but it’s too bright.
Where are you, Taylor?
A thought crosses my mind. What if she was never coming here?
What if she was—
No. No, she is going back to Boston. I’m sure of it.
She already made her decision. Those were her last words to me. Doing this trip and then going back to Boston to die has always been her plan.
So, I’ll wait here until she shows up. And if she doesn’t, then I…I honestly don’t know.
“Sir…are you sure there isn’t anything else I can do? Call through to the other terminals in case she decided to take a different flight to America or maybe a connecting flight?”
“Yeah, sure,” I say distractedly, still scanning faces.
I feel a beat of relief. But just because she hasn’t tried to change her flight doesn’t mean she won’t. She could be walking in there right now, heading to the desk where Amber is sitting.
“Do you have a pen and paper?”
“Yes.”
“Write this number down.” I rattle off my phone number to her. “If she turns up at the desk, I want you to call me immediately.”
“Yes, sir. Should I put a flag against her name in the system in case she doesn’t come to the desk and tries to change the flight by telephone?”
I don’t think Taylor would do that. I think she’s in the cab on the way to the airport to change her ticket and leave. But I still say, “Yes, and put a note to call me right away.”
“Sir, do we let her change the ticket?”
“No.”
“And if she wants to purchase another?”
“Tell her the flight is full.”
“Won’t that only send her to another airline though, sir?”
Fuck, she’s right.
I start doing the math in my head. I was going to go straight to my apartment and get my passport. I figured, if I couldn’t change her mind, if she chose to get on that flight and go back to Boston, then I was going to go with her, whether she wanted me there or not.
I’m not leaving her side again until I make her see sense. Make her see that the only place she needs to be is here with me.
But, if I do that, I’ll have to drive right past the airport and then another thirty minutes to my apartment and back to the airport.
Fuck! Why the hell did I go to Oxford?
I’ll have to take my chances and go straight to the airport. Stop Taylor from getting on that flight. Beg her to stay. Beg her to let me take her back to the hospital.
If she gets on that flight, then I’m screwed. I might own an airline, but I’m not God. There’s no way I’ll be flying into Boston without my passport.
“I’m thirty minutes away,” I tell Amber. “When she shows up, keep her there, and don’t let her leave, no matter what.”
“Yes, sir.”
I press the button to disconnect the call, and I put my foot down, speeding down the M40, heading for Heathrow as fast as my car will get me there.
I slam my brakes when I reach the drop-off bay at terminal five, and I jump out of my car, locking it with the fob as I hurry away, heading toward the doors to get inside. I’ll get a parking ticket for sure, leaving it here, but like I give a fuck.
I just need to get in there as fast as possible.
Amber hasn’t called back to say that Taylor has shown up, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t there.
I pick up speed, breaking into a fast jog, pushing past people, as I head inside the terminal and straight for the ticket desk.
As I approach, I see a young redhead sitting behind the desk—Amber, I’m guessing—but there’s no sign of Taylor. I don’t know whether to be happy or worried.
I skid to a stop at the desk, slamming my hands down on the counter.
Amber’s eyes come up from the computer she was looking at. Her eyes widen when she sees it’s me.
“Mr. Hunter—sir”—she stands up from her chair—“Miss Shaw hasn’t shown up or called. I was just checking to make sure she hadn’t called to change her ticket.” She turns the computer screen to show me.
My brow furrows in confusion.
Taylor should be here by now. She got the cab over an hour ago.
Even if she didn’t come to the ticket desk right away, surely, she would be here now, as check-in is now open, as it’s past two o’clock.
“Is there anything else I can do to help, sir?”
That’s when I realize I haven’t actually said anything to Amber.
“No. I’m fine.”
I cast my eyes around the airport bustling with people, but there’s no Taylor.
Where are you, babe?
“Well, anything you need, just let me know.”
I give Amber a brief nod. “I’m just going to wait here until she turns up.”
“Do you want a chair?” She gestures to her own chair.
I shake my head. “I’m fine, standing.”
I’m too restless to sit. Nervous energy is burning up inside me.
I turn and lean my back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest, and I start watching the people coming in and out, looking for pink hair and a beautiful face.
Where are you, Boston? Come on, baby, throw me a fucking bone here.
Show up. Please.
I need to make you see sense.
I need you…
“Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” Amber asks from behind me.
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
I catch sight of pink hair, but it’s too bright.
Where are you, Taylor?
A thought crosses my mind. What if she was never coming here?
What if she was—
No. No, she is going back to Boston. I’m sure of it.
She already made her decision. Those were her last words to me. Doing this trip and then going back to Boston to die has always been her plan.
So, I’ll wait here until she shows up. And if she doesn’t, then I…I honestly don’t know.
“Sir…are you sure there isn’t anything else I can do? Call through to the other terminals in case she decided to take a different flight to America or maybe a connecting flight?”
“Yeah, sure,” I say distractedly, still scanning faces.
