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Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2
FOR THE BEST

A THREE-HOUR FLIGHT HAD NEVER FELT so shorter before. Before Luisa knew it, they were already landing, and she found herself wishing that the flight could have lasted maybe a little longer.

They hadn't stopped talking once during the whole journey. And Luisa was someone who'd always found talking and holding up a conversation to be an extremely exhausting task—even more exhausting than climbing up the flight of stairs to her apartment which was on the eighth floor whenever the lift in her building was out of order.

However, this time Luisa was hardly bothered having to talk the whole time—she more than readily even brought up new topics to discuss. They talked about everything that came to their minds—the likelihood of them running into each other, Luisa's (supposed) fear of flying, the soft texture of Luisa's sweater, Torrey's now-long hair, feminism, the aeroplane food which was surprisingly good, global warming.

As said, they talked about everything.

Everything but the one thing that actually mattered.

Luisa knew she had to apologise. For what she did back then.

It was a miracle that Torrey even was willing to talk to her, and Luisa knew she had to make it right. She would certainly regret it if she didn't.

But the thing was, Luisa was the kind of person who could actually live her life filled with regrets rather than actually facing conflicts. She was a firm believer of letting things lay as they were even if they weren't in their according places.

Leave them there long enough, and maybe it'd be as if they were meant to be there—that was how her mind worked.

She was aware it was not a healthy way of dealing with things, especially for a twenty-four-year-old-adult, but it was just how she always had been.

But now, she was at crossroads, and for some reason, she felt like whatever decision she took right now, it was going to affect her whole life.

It was stupid. Just because she felt this weird connection with this one woman, it didn't mean she had to change her way of dealing with things, right?

Luisa was confused. She sneaked a glance at Torrey beside her, who was blissfully unaware of the mental turmoil she was in. Their plane had landed, and some of the passengers had already stood up with their hand luggage even though the plane hadn't come to a complete halt.

"Patience at its best," Torrey commented, waving her hands around them showcasingly.

"Well you can't really blame them. The flight was delayed after all,"

"Hmm, true,"

Now, Luisa thought to herself. Whatever she had to say, there couldn't be a more appropriate time for her to say it.

Well, the window for appropriateness had probably long passed. This was an apology that was way long overdue. Luisa grimaced to herself; it was really just a matter of her owning up to her mistakes and willing to apologise for them.

Normally, Luisa wouldn't have bothered. She wouldn't even be thinking so much. She just wouldn't have apologised and went about her day—she would have figured why dredge up something unpleasant when everything seemed to be just fine.

However, at this particular instant, she didn't know why, she just couldn't. She just had this overpowering feeling to get the apology out of her.