When I get to the airport, the earliest flight back to the hellhole I call my hometown leaves in twenty five minutes and they only have first class seats left. I buy my ticket and speed through the security check, sprinting for my gate as soon as I’ve gathered my duffel and laptop. Luckily I’ve been running for so long that the far trek across the airport doesn’t faze me. When I finally make it to the gate, the waiting area is empty and the doors to the jet walk are closing. The woman closing the door notices me running up and holds it for me. I run down the jet walk and as soon as I’m in the cabin I look in the coach seats to see if I spot Ryan. I see him sitting at the back of the plane, his gaze is down to his lap and he looks heartbroken. I will him to look up at me to show him that I am here for him and that I love him, but he never looks up and the flight attendant tells me I need to take my seat. After a two and a half hour flight, one website completed and sent to my boss for approval and a new website started, we land.
