More than What

Written for the More than this competition


2. My Trip

When I got home I immediately went to my room and began to pack a suit case. Jack came into my room and leaned against the door frame.

"What are you doing?" He asked me his arms crossed a look of concern on his face.

"I'm leaving. I need to" I replied, not looking at him.

"El, leave it for today. You don't mean it, you're upset"

"No I'm not! I'm fine Jack. I need to leave"

"Come for a walk to the cliff please?" Jack asked me his arm outstretched, I stood up and took it.

We went to the cliff. The cliff that we came to every time someone close to us had died.

We sat down at the edge and looked down on the world, I just stared at the horizon. We both stayed silent until I spoke.

“Haven’t you ever felt like there has to be more? Like there’s more out there somewhere, just beyond your grasp, if you could only get to it?”

"No...I haven't a clue what that means" He said looking at me blankly.

"I'm having a moment Jack don't ruin it"

"Well explain to me what it means"

"I mean have you ever wondered what's out there, beyond England. I've never been out of the country"

"I understand. So where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere. America? New Zealand...Australia"

"Where me and James were born"

"I just want to get out, Jack" I said exasperatedly 

"So you're not going because James just died?" I stayed silent.

"Let me come with you" He said

"What I cant let you, you still have a life Jack!"

"I don't care. I'm coming with you. I want to. Please El"

"Jack, I don't want you to come with me" I said. It hurt me to say it and I could see the hurt in his eyes. I stood up and left before I changed my mind.

When I got home I finished packing, I went online and booked a flight to Australia.

I stopped as my hand hovered over the number of tickets button. I was tempted to buy two. One for Jack but I didn't want him to come.

I was to leave in the morning and I didn't know when I was coming back.

Jack didn't contact me that night, I knew why. I had hurt him by telling him I didn't want him to come to Australia with me.

The next morning I woke at 5am, got my suitcase and got into the taxi outside. I looked at my phone and saw I had a missed call from Jack.

I called him back and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello, El. Don't go, stay let me come with you please just don't leave"

"Jack, Jack. JACK!" I said over the top of him, he eventually shut up.

"Why wont you let me come with you?" I replied with the words that I had said to myself every time I met someone, someone I then got attached to and someone who eventually I did lose.

"I don't want to lose you too" Then I hung up the phone.

I felt something weird at the back of my throat it felt like I had swallowed a tennis ball. I didn't know what that meant so I brushed it off

'probably just a sore throat' I thought to myself as the taxi pulled into the departures bay at Manchester airport.

The flight was long. Long and tiring and by the time I got to Australia all I wanted to do was sleep. When I got to the Apartment that's exactly what I did.

 The next morning. Or night, my mind hadn't quite got the times right. So whenever it was my phone rang. It was Jack, I answered it.

"Jack. What do you want?"

"It's me Kevin"

"Oh My god Kevin what's happened is Jack okay?"

"He's fine. Well I don't know, he's left me a note saying: I've gone. Don't worry about me I'll be fine call El if you need any more information. So you should tell me what's happened"

"I'm in Australia, and it sounds like Jack is too."

"Wait what, Australia? Why's Jack there?"

"I don't know, I don't know if he is here but by the sound of the letter he is"

"Well when you find him, call me please"

"I will" Then the line went dead. I grabbed my bag, some money and went back to the airport.

I stood outside the arrivals bit for hours. Then when I gave up I went for a walk in the park next to the airport. I sat on a bench and thought about Jack. Where would he be?

Then I got call from an unknown number, I timidly picked it up and answered it.


"Hey, it's me"

"Jesus Jack where the hell are you? James is worried sick!"

"I'm sorry, I left him a note"

"Yeah one saying call me"

"Did he?"

"Yes. And I didn't know anything either!"

"I'm sorry. I had to come, how are you?"

"Worried as hell. Where are you?"

"Turn around" I did and he was there stood behind me about 9 meters away, he waved at me and the tennis ball in my throat. I walked over to him and he hugged me, I didn't respond.
"Why jack?" I asked him. I was angry at him.

"It was when you said you didn't want to lose wont"

"What and you had to travel half way around the world to tell me that?"

"No. I didn't mean to scare you but I knew you wouldn't ever let me come, so I didn't tell you"

"Lets go home"

"To England?" He asked almost to hopeful

"No to my apartment here."

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