"Luke?" I knocked on his door.
He hasn't talked to me since last night.
I opened the door and he was lying in bed.
His TV was off.
He was under the covers, facing the wall.
"Luke," I sat on the bed next to him.
He didn't answer.
"Tell me what's wrong," I ran my fingers through his soft hair.
He sighed, "I'm just sad."
He still faced the wall.
"You're leaving. I want you to go though. He's your dad. I'll just miss you."
I said his name once more.
He slowly sat up and looked at me.
We sat in silence, staring at each other.
We immediately hugged.
"I'll miss you more," I said.
"I know," he hugged tightly.
It was the day I dreaded. Wednesday.
Ashton, Ashley, Luke, Calum, and surprisingly, Michael drove me to the airport.
"Flight 12D now boarding," the intercom said.
I looked down.
"Bye you two," I hugged Ashton and Ashley.
"Bye, Michael..." I hugged him.
"Bye...C-Calum," I choked up and gave him a huge hug.
"Bye kid," he kissed my head.
"And Luke...Thanks for letting me hang with you. It was the best...Goodbye."
We slung ourselves into each other.
"I love you," he whispered and kissed my head as well.
"I love you too. I love all of you. I won't replace any of you. No one can," I waved and walked towards the gate.
I looked back.
Luke was crying.
Calum looked down.
I began to cry and boarded the plane.
Ashton and Ashley left. She was crying too much.
Calum disappointedly left as well.
Michael and I stood in silence.
"Why aren't you leaving?" He asked.
"I'm staying until the plane takes off...You?"
"Did you love her?" I asked.
"You know, I did. I really liked her. But I know she didn't as much. But she was still a great friend."
"Dude. You love her don't you?"
"Yeah. She's my best friend," I stated abruptly.
"Luke, you never leave her side, you're over-protective, you didn't even tell her if you wanted her to go. You love her," he said.
"Okay, I do. Look, I knew she wouldn't go if one person said they didn't want her to go. None of us wanted her to, but we knew she needed to, for her dad. I didn't want to hold her back...I wish I did kind of," I looked down.
"You're insane. Luke, I think you need her more than she needs you. You have to tell her."
"I can't. She needs to stay there," I said.
"I think you're wrong," he shrugged and left.
I realized the plane took off.
"Hey sweetie. You doing alright?" My mom asked on the other side of my door.
"No," I sighed, "I'll be fine."
That was a lie.
I began to cry.
Michael was right.
I need her badly.
I need her to pop her head in to tell me good night.
I need her to hug me before she goes out.
I need her to hold me and tell me everything's gong to be okay.