LEILA
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Then I was out the door.
Down the creaking stairs, into the quiet pre-dawn streets of Bangkok, found a taxi, gave the driver the airport address.
Booked the first flight I could get out of the city.
on the plane was surreal.
The hum of the engines, the feeling of rising into the sky, leaving it all behind. And the flashback came then, clear and sharp and a smile, a small, genuine smile, touched my lips.
It was crazy.
It was spontaneous.
It was completely outside of anything I had ever done before, a wild, reckless act born of desperation and a sudden, overwhelming need to feel something raw and real.
I had done one crazy goddamn thing.
One unforgettable, beautifully chaotic thing and in that moment, watching the clouds drift by outside the plane window, a fra
