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Prologue: Flight

     
"She's a better shag, isn't she Harry," she hollered as tears raced down her face like a river during a storm.
"It was a drunken mistake, baby. Learn to forgive, please," I cooed, making an effort to discontinue the argument.
"I can even count how many times I've forgiven a 'drunken mistake' on my five fingers," her shaking hands were tear ridden, and I watched as she combed them through her copper curls, "If you're interested in other girls, then maybe this ring has no purpose," she pointed at the ring that rested on her left hand where her 4th finger met her knuckle, "I don't want it anymore!"
"C'mon Anne! I paid thousands on that for you! Only because I love you!"
"Money doesn't prove love," I watched as she twisted the ring from her finger and onto the floor, "You could buy me any possession I wish to own, but it doesn't show your affection for me, Haz," I bent down and my index finger and thumb brought the ring to my touch. I felt tears sting my eyes, falling from the corners and tickling my cheeks as they traveled down. She was being honest.
"I can prove to you that I can be better, baby," I inched closer to her and my hands grazed her waist. I leaned in to passionately kiss her, but she shoved me away and began beating on my chest.
"Sex won't make this situation any better, you pervert! Ironically, it has actually made things worse!" More tears began to follow downwards to her chin, and I felt a sense of resent, "I'm buying a plane ticket and babe, I'm gonna leave you."
"Surely you won't end something going this strong," I scoffed.
"You know what? You're right. Because you've already done that for me," she stomped to our bedroom and made her way to the dresser. She harshly began cramming clothes into a suitcase.
"Where are you going to go, then?" I questioned her. I knew that she was just bluffing and that she would return in a weeks time, like always.
"Home."
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                      One Week later
The only talking we've done this week was when I begged her to stay and she vaguely said no. When she left to catch her early flight, I decided to follow her car all the way to the Bradley International Airport, and she was completely oblivious to me doing so. When we were both in the lot of the airport, I made sure to get out of the car precisely at the exact time she did. When she was finally aware that I was at the airport with her, she was livid.
"I told you I'm leaving, which means I don't want you anymore," she glared at me while circling her eyes, and treaded off to meet her flight. I jogged to catch up to her.
"That doesn't mean I don't want you anymore," I stared at her with pleading eyes, as her bright blue eyes did the same, but she then veered away and made her way to her destination, and as usual, I followed, "please."
"It's over."
"Anne," I sternly whined. She stopped where she was at and didn't bother to face me.
She merely sighed, "Just a break, Haz. I need a break"
"So are you promising you'll be back...for me?" I questioned with faith scattered in my voice. She only turned her head to nod, and she left me there in the middle of the parking lot, watching her as she walked.
I love her.