Three Months Later
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pavement as the airport’s entrance buzzed with activity. People streamed out, reuniting with friends and family or hurriedly searching for their rides. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the occasional waft of perfume as travelers hurried past.
Honestly, I was barely conscious of the hustling and bustling around me and only looked ahead with glazed eyes as I waited. Usually, this would be a duty I would be happy, overjoyed even, to do because of how special the person I was waiting for was. But these days, it was becoming increasingly challenging to be delighted by anything.
Waking up each morning with a vacant feeling in my chest was a monumental task, and dragging myself out of bed was another. The sun
