The coach rattled and shook as it travelled down the narrow highway. Meghan sat up in her seat as familiar landmarks appeared, anticipating the imminent arrival to her destination. Taking deep breaths, she consciously clasped her hands tightly, projecting calm.
Five years, since she tearfully kissed him goodbye and tore herself away. She hadn’t gotten away whole. Despite fierce denial and stubborn refusal to accept the truth, slowly her resolve had crumbled. In the end, she realized that it was only pride holding her where she was and life was too short. If she didn’t want to live with regrets when she was older, she better move quickly.
Gathering her baggage, Meghan watched patiently as the other passengers jostled each other, in a hurry to get out and greet those waiting for them. There would be no one waiting for her, she knew. Meghan stepped out into the brilliant blue of a winter day. Involuntarily, her breath catches as ice crystals melt in her throat.
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