It was finally time!
I looked at the private jet in front of me.
It looked like the exact same jet as last time. I don’t want to ask if it is his.
This time though, the stairs onto the jet were taking me away from Australia.
The stairs were only 3 feet in front of me, but it felt like the air within those feet suddenly became thick and my lungs were unable to process it properly.
I looked at the stairs as my brain went into overdrive as to if I was doing the right thing.
Am I doing the right thing?
Will he change?
Am I flying into some horror story you only read or watch documentaries about?
Did I think this through properly?
The hand that was on my lower back trying to gently guide me forward suddenly moved up my side over my shoulder and cupped my cheek. Another hand appea
