It was hard to even think over all the sounds of people talking in the cavernous halls, their echoing voices filling my ears again and again. People of all shapes and sizes rushed by me, hustling to and fro between the ticket counter and the path that led to their chosen terminal. As I stood there I felt an enormous weight on top of me, particularly as I watched the men and women working the ticket counter. I had spent the previous night at a cheap motel just inside of the city limits of my hometown, and the moment I’d woken up, I was dead set on making a break for it. The wounds from the night before still felt fresh, and I knew deep down that leaving would be the right thing to do. But then why did I feel so terrible about it? If this was the right decision, why was I so conflicted about buying that ticket? I knew what would happen if I stayed, if I dared to even imagine a relationship with Iris—there would only ever be pain. I knew in my gut that the right decision for me would be to just stay out of her life.
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