Well apparently all it takes for me to update is two or three reviews!
Here it is, her side of whats going on.
Stay tuned for the next update, ill update as soon as I get 5 reviews on this chapter, so its really up to you for when I post!
Heh.
I really am slightly evil, arent I ?
~EHE
If You Wait It Doesn't Mean I Will Return.
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She sat in her seat, first class, trying to breathe deeply. She had said goodbye, he had said see you later. She had walked away, again. She was on a plane, again. Shortly she would be immersed in her work, ignoring life around her. Ignoring.. love around her. She knew it wasn't accurate, but she felt like she was a hundred million miles away from him, although literally she was still on the tarmac. For the second time she felt like she was loosing everything. Her mind fought with her emotions violently, and it made her nauseous. She put her head between her knees, trying to will the feelings to go away. Trying to put them in a box and stuff them into the pit of her stomach.
It didnt work.
The box was jumping violently and pushing roughly up her esophagus.
She threw up in the plastic bag provided for her under the seat.
Shakily, she took a long drink of water. She noticed she was sweating.
What is happening to me? She thought, Is this what Sweets was describing when he talked about panic attacks?
It had never been more difficult for her to compartmentalize before.
Im doing this for work. My career. Everything I have worked for. I have a reputation. I have a career. I have worked hard. I have a reputation, I have a career.. she repeated silently, trying to rationalize the situation, until her first lay over.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself out loud, as the plane touched down.
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Tragically short,
please don't hate me, review and Ill give you the next update ;)
(Why does this feel like a hostage situation? Hahah)