At the airport, the boarding announcement for her flight echoed through the terminal. Halle dragged her suitcase and passed through security. But just before stepping onto the plane, she hesitated, as if wanting to hold onto something. But there was nothing left to keep.
As the plane soared over the mountains, she opened the window shade. Below, thick clouds blanketed the ground, merging with the vast stretches of snow.
It was December, the start of the snowy season. Though the plane was warm, she still felt oddly unsettled.
Somewhere in that wilderness, the man she had once loved was chasing his dreams.
She wondered if today’s snowfall was as heavy as the rainfall of the day they first met, was the wind as bitter as it had been then?
Pushing aside her longing, Halle pulled the shade down, shutting out the view.
She had always believed that time would dull everything—her memories of him, her love for him.
Adjusting her seat, she reclined and closed her eyes. Just before sleep claimed her, one thought echoed in her mind, 'Terence, I won’t come looking for you again. This will be the last time we'll see each other.'
It was both her deepest wish and a promise to herself.
