The cab ride to the airport was quiet. Niko offered to drive me, along with Mami, but I couldn't bring myself to let them. It was hard enough leaving five years ago. I can't look in their eyes and willingly walk away and leaving them waiting like that again. But walking out the door like I did twenty minutes ago wasn't any better.
Climbing out of the cab, I paid the cabby and made my way inside, luggage pulled behind me. I mindlessly made my way through purchasing a one way ticket to New York and through security. I check my phone, hoping to see anything from him. But no. No messages, no calls. Not from him anyways. Niko and Mami messaged me, wishing me safe travels and to let them know when I'm "home". I push my phone into my pocket and make my way through security.
An hour later, I'm
