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"Group D is now boarding!" I heard the flight attendant say. I grabbed my bag and suitcase and began making my way toward the line. Although I knew this wasn't the right idea—definitely the wrong one—I couldn't stop myself. I knew I had to see him one more time.
I ended up coming alone. Miguel decided he wasn't in the mood for it and wanted to visit home instead, so I had to fly by myself, even though I hated it.
Once I made it through the long passage and found my seat, I quickly stored my carry-on and settled into the window seat.
I grabbed my headphones and put them on, trying to prevent the headache I knew was inevitable.
I put on the playlist Lando and I had once made together. We had both added songs that reminded us of each other, and even after all this time, no contact, and complete silence on my end—he still kept adding songs. He had even added one yesterday (before heading into FP1, I assumed).
I was going to arrive just in time for qualifying, even though I knew it wasn't ideal. I hadn't been sure I wanted to come until last night, when I saw Lando searching for someone on his screen, only to look disappointed when he couldn't find them, someone I assumed was me.
The plane quickly began to fill, and before long, everyone had arrived and we took off.
