The light had just started to fade, windows streaming their iridescent blue into the lobby of the Airport. I sat with my legs propped up on the chair across from me, absentmindedly turning pages of my new book. I was more focussed on the people, though I should be minding my own business. It's hard for me to not listen when they talk so close. The lady to my left was on the phone with her husband, or boyfriend, I didn't know. She had dark blonde hair and deep shadows under her eyes, as if she had not seen a bed in days. She tapped her foot on the ground, unconscious of what she was doing, and I listened as she told him it was okay, over and over again. I wondered what he had done so wrong, that he was the one more hurt by it than she. I didn't ask. She told him it didn't matter anymore. I refocussed on my book, trying to keep distracted, but they made it too easy. There was a little girl holding a bouquet of flowers, white lilies. She couldn't of been more than three, but she held on to them like they were her only friend. He father told her that "mommy would be here soon" and "only a little longer". It had been a little while since she had seen mum I guessed. It would be a little while until I would see my mum, and whole family really. My coffee that dad bought me had gone luke warm, I was getting too distracted by people, whilst trying to keep distracted with my book. I looked at my phone, only five hours to go until I could board my plane, and fly into my future. Fucking cliche, but true.
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