Sorry
I boarded the train to Waterloo clutching my Coffee cup firmly in my right hand. I heaved my suitcase up and sat in the first seat I found, manoevring the suitcase in next to my knees. Was I doing the right thing? I began to question myself constantly, the line going round in my brain. I was running away from all familiarity, excitement was running through my veins and my heart seemed to beat with an extra beat.
I checked my phone, the message was still there. 'I have booked you a flight to Nice, it leaves Heathrow at 14.40. I will meet you at the airport' x
I sat back in my seat relaxing slowly, the rhythm of the train gently soothing me although doubt was still washing over me.
Arriving at Waterloo, I made my way to the Tube dodging the crowds of silent strangers. I felt their eyes judging me, like hot pokers into my soul. On a tube train, a mother with her child sat next to me. I tried to avoid being sucked into her world. I had left that behind. I wanted a new life of adventure.
Heathrow a busy, jostling place, I checked in and made my way to the departure lounge. This was it, the decision of my life. I sank into a seat, an emotional trembling woman. I couldn't do it, something was holding me back, the ties of my family were too strong to let me go. i sat and cried, watching the plane take off. I would never have this chance again, but I did not want it really.
I sent a text 'Sorry.'
