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are you okay??
it was the third text he'd sent lola in the past half an hour, his eyes trained on the board above his head that claimed that she had landed more then forty minutes ago. he had been tugging at the sleeves of his black sweater the whole time he waited, running his sweaty hands over his black denim jeans every now and again just so that he had something to do. was he being stood up? did something happen to her? his mind was rushing a million miles an hour as he paced customs with his bottom lip caught tightly between his teeth. she wouldn't stand him up. he knew her better than that, didn't he? she wouldn't do that. he let out a slow breath, closing his eyes and trying to center himself before looking down at his phone again.
it's okay if you changed your mind. i just want to know you're safe x
it was a lie. it wasn't okay at all, his heart in his throat and his hands trembling as he tried not to assume the absolute worst. maybe she was just being held up at baggage claim. that must have been what happened. maybe they lost her luggage. she wasn't standing him up. she couldn't be standing him up.