Part 3
Abby arrived at the airport and hoped that him would be still waiting for the flight. She ran to the admitting desk and looked at the flight chart.
Damn it! He already left.
"May I help you?"
"Yes. I want a ticket to Paris"
"What flight?"
"The next one"
"Ok"
Abby took the money and picked the ticket.
"Thank you"
And she walked to the window and stared at the planes that took off and landed. She wondered where he would be right now. If he was thinking about her. If he was mad at her. If he loved her. Hours later, she arrived in Paris and realized that she didn't know the city. She walked towards the windows and slowly lifted her hand and touched them. Then she felt a warm hand touching her shoulder.
"Abby?"
She trembled. She recognized that voice. She recognized that warm hand. It could be only one person. She happily smiled and then turned and faced him.