I sit by the gate, lethargically stamping people's passports and repeating the boring same words, "have a safe flight," with a stupid fake smile on my face. This got old real quick.

As I call "next" I don't even bother looking up to see the face. The person doesn't take their passport when I hand it back to them. Hmm. I look up briefly, feeling slightly annoyed. Then freeze. The cold, merciless eyes of my ex are looking straight at me. I lean back, my heart pounding. I thought he was in prison, what was he doing here?

"Adam," I blurt out, squeezing my shaking hands between my legs.

"Ruth," he hisses, his eyes flashing with loathing. I blink furiously, begging my eyes not to tear up now. He had fed off of my weakness, basking in the pain he brought to my life. He was, is, a mad man. "Remember my promise?" He grins, his face twisting into a cruel smile. I shake my head violently, and stab at the red button under my desk for security. "You're not getting away this time," he laughs, the sound ugly and frosted.