Sia’s POV
As I step onto the plane, I can't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. How many times have I convinced myself that leaving was the right decision, only to find my feet moving forward on their own accord? Thoughts of Arthur flood my mind, and I find myself questioning when it all began. When did my heart start beating for him? I suppress a laugh, not wanting to draw attention to my inner turmoil.
Shouldn't farewells be bittersweet? Yet, as I lean my head against the window, I can't help but feel that Arthur and I have drifted apart due to our constant arguments, often fueled by Margaret's interference. Perhaps that's where it all started?
Maybe leaving was the right thing to do, even though it pained me to leave Arthur in such a state. I had no other choice but to walk away.
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