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Inside an inhuman shriek resounds, shrill, piercing whatever heart she has left. Outside a forced expression of delight, the most convincing her dizzy mind can muster, her dazed eyelids forcing back bitter tears.
The girl nods numbly, her brain working over-overtime, desperately trying to make sense of the words she was hearing.
'Qatar?', was all she could stammer weakly, then quickly, 'Wow, talk about luxury!'.
You couldn't possibly mean it, couldn't possibly be serious about travelling half way around the world for the sake of making a bit more money a month? OK, she conceded, her salary wasn't great either, but this was her home, here with her friends, with you. Are you really that unhappy here?
Of course it could just be another of your wild fancies, the girl thought. Like the time you joked about quitting to become a croupier, or when you dreamed that getting into astro-physics (the test subject side, not all that crazy hard maths stuff) would be a sure-fire way to fulfil your desire of seeing the Earth from space. And all the other times, too. Surely that had to be it. That's all.
But even as she thinks this, seeds of doubt grow in her mind, strangling her brain like creepers hungry for sunlight. You sound so sure, so calm and assertive, like you've actually given this thought. Real thought. And you dropped this bomb so tranquilly. In passing. Does that mean you're still mulling it over, or that your flight's already booked? The girl had forgotten how easily you could slip away...
Of course she would support whatever you choose to do. That's what friends are for, partially. But the thought of losing you, of never seeing you again, was enough to make the girl sick.
Deep down she knew this was unlikely to materialise, but she also knew that one fateful day, another opportunity would come along and snatch her best friend, her happiness, from her. And that was the thought that terrified her the most.