Tears on her cheeks when the sun touched its end.
She’s at the Gate 63 watching people pass in front of her pulling their bags, looking for respective boarding gates for their flights. Music on her ears, right hand holding her phone wating for a call. Just one phone call then she’s wouldn’t have to leave anymore. Her life would be back to normal.
She stepped on the carpet of the plane, no one is still calling. Because he, the love of her life gave up on her.
