The airport was full of people and voices blared over the intercoms at intervals. People hurried by: business men and woman, families going on vacation, small children being sent off on their own to their other parent, but one girl had been in the same place for hours.

On a hard plastic chair, a girl with long brown hair sat, one hand holding the thumb of the other. She had been sitting there for over two hours, pulling on each finger of her left hand in a desperate and sad manner. Flight attendants had approached her to ask if she needed help but each one was greeted with the same reaction; a few seconds of a blank stare followed by a bright, worry-not smile, and words along the lines of "I just came earlier than I should have, I'm waiting for my brother", and they could do nothing but return to their station and shrug in confusion at the ticket checker besides them.

The girl was lost in a sort of confusion of her own and continued to relive memories, especially the memory of her brother's departure.

Only she had come to the airport to see him off. The two of them stood in silence as the attendants called for those boarding.

"Hey, Lils?" her brother broke the silence tentatively but with a spark of comfort in his voice.

The memory jumped back at her at those words; both of them at six, the day before they would be placed in separate kindergarten classes and the day before their first real time apart. Slightly uplifted, she decided to relieve the memory with him and repeat the words they had said upon that first separation.

"Yeah?" she replied, smiling sadly at him to acknowledge the memory.

"We'll always be friends…" he said softly and then added onto the memory, "and we'll always be twins."

She looked up at him for the first time since they got to the airport; tears were on the verge of spilling down her checks.

"Alex," she said strongly but stopped. The words following dropped down to a soft plead, a tone lacing them that said she knew what she wanted and what was happening would not coincide. "You can't go…"

He frowned sadly, wanting to cry himself, and hugged her.

"I have to, Lils. I have to." His heart broke as he spoke. She had been is best friend for the sixteen years of his life he had lived and they had never been apart for longer than a week or two.

"I know," she said in anger and gently pulled away from him. "I hate him, you know."

He frowned softly at her and shook his head.

"Don't it will only make things more difficult," he replied and then grabbed her wrist to force her to look at him. "Look, Lils, I promise to keep in touch. I promise on everything." He paused before saying the next part of the line; before saying he had to leave her.

"But you really have to go," she said, spite in her words. Suddenly realizing the tone she had took with him, tears began to stream down her face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried, wiping her tears away in big sweeps of her shirt-sleeve, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry at you. I want you to leave on a good note." Her mood changed in a blink.

"Have fun, Alex," she said cheerfully, "make sure that you call me or I'll have to come beat you up."

For a few seconds he stared at her in shock; remnants of her tears still stained her face but her mood was suddenly chipper and optimistic. He knew that she was faking the happiness but he also knew that there was no better way to do this.

He fought to smile as he promised to call and bade her good-bye. The fake joy for sake of their last memory for god-knows-how-long upset him more than the tears had and, as he made his way towards the plane, tears rolled down his face.