Flight

Katya

The tables had turned, and now, Ferrara was the one avoiding me.

When he mentioned having a meeting to get to, I hadn't imagined that he would leave me in one section of the expansive jet, all to myself.

I had shut my eyes during takeoff, willing the pain to sink down the drain on its own.

But the ache only deepened when I didn't even catch a glimpse of him, minutes after we were on air.

And it didn't help that Carlos and Matteo had their own issues, so I couldn't even ask where their boss was.

I sat by the window, all alone, struggling to suck in deep breaths and swallow hard so as to quench my dry throat.

The pain in my heart deepened by the second, rising, expanding, until it rushed into my blood, blocking out my rationality.

Ten more minutes later, I chose to fuck it all and unclasped my seatbelt, pushing myself to my feet.

"Ma...ma'am, is there any problem?" The uniformed hostess quickly dashed towards me, her dark eyes quizzical, confused.

Yeah, I didn't even know what the