When I get home my boyfriend helps me pack my bags. I don't get anything for myself, though Noah keeps just the bare essentials such as food. I want to get there as fast as possible.
I take a quick shower before I go. I want to wash off his touch. His hold on my waist. Any remnants of it.
I wash my mouth out with soap. I wash it out many times until my mouth is bitter and dry. I step out of the shower. I hate myself.
I want to go.
"I booked a flight for you to Cairo. Two hours and 30 minutes from now. Economy. Be safe out there."
"Thank you, Noah," I say tearfully and feel the tears well up in my eyes for probably the 22nd time. "I'll be back soon."
"I know you will," he says.
I hug him.
***
I take a taxi to the airport. I run through the passport and security controls, briefly show my face to the top-stood scanner and pass customs. Just in time.I hurry when it says 'last call' on the speakers, thrust my boarding pass into the hands of the young short inspector, and go through the sleeve. Thank God not a bus. I put my little luggage up on the shelf, and push through two old ladies to my seat by the window. I check my purse.
My boyfriend has put 10 hundred bucks into it.
God, he really must love me.
With tears in my eyes I watch the deputies with headphones move around from the window during the agonizing wait before take-off. It is agonizing. For me. It wasn't as agonizing before.
The plane takes off, finally.
I leave for Cairo.
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