Two Weeks Later

A good 2 weeks passed, filled with touristy stuff in between some job and room hunting. We met up with him for the first time on the day she had to leave. He contemplated but went with us to the airport. It was goodbye for real and I'll be on my own in London Town this point forward. The goodbye was brief but it was hard. I wasn't sure if it was better or worse that I had a new friend with me that day.

The tube ride back to London was slow, simply because I was overwhelmed by emotions but I had to reserve them. I didn't want it to be too awkward for him. We talked but my mind was clouded by other thoughts. I couldn't really hear what I was talking to him, it was just talking. I just discovered that I'm capable of having two thoughts at the same time but I was in no mood for a "Eureka!" moment.

I don't remember what happened after the tube ride. I think we bid farewell in some station and I headed back to religious boarding school.

Once in my room, I broke down.