“Last Call for Flight 128, to London. Anyone boarding the plane please go to gate 3B, again this is the last call for Flight 128”.

Glancing down at the boarding ticket in my hand, I suppose it’s time to go. Looking around, hoping to see the petite woman that I know and love, but all I see is people rushing to the lines or waiting by the screens in hopes for their delayed flights to change.

Gripping the boarding ticket, I shake my head and give a mirthless chuckle, “guess I wasn’t the one leaving this time”. A lone tear trails it’s way down my pale skin as I realize that I was a fool to believe that she’d join me to a new beginning, to our new beginning.

Not bothering to wipe my tears away, I roll my black suitcase and make my way towards gate 3B. There’s only a few people left that are boarding the plane. There’s so much chatter amongst these people, yet all I seem to hear is her voice calling my name, “Ron…. Ron”.

“Ron!”, her voice seems to get louder and closer. Looking around all I see are faces of people who rather be miles upon miles away from this airport. “Sir, excuse me but can you give me your boarding ticket. You are holding up the line and we are on a tight schedule”, a middle aged man with a deep scowl that seems as it’s been permanently etched onto his face.

“Erm, yeah sorry about that”, I hand the boarding ticket to his outstretched hand. “So, uh… how’s your day been?’ I ask in a failed attempt to lighten this man’s mood, I’m faced with a deeper scowl before a forced smile shines on the attendant’s face. “You may board the plane”, ignoring my question as I’m gestured towards the doors.

Getting my ticket back, I give a curt nod and make my way towards the doors.

“Ron, wait!”

I freeze in shock as I hear her voice, this time it’s loud and clear.