'Unimportant? Would you pin someone unimportant?' Charles thought, his brow furrowing.
Then she reached out, took his hand, and smiled again. This time, it was brighter.
"You’re the most important to me," Nicole assured him.
Hand in hand, they walked toward the gate together.
As they passed through the crowd, a man wearing a mask and pulling a suitcase brushed past Nicole, heading toward the opposite gate.
At that moment, neither of us noticed the other.
Later, I would learn that this was the final chapter of our fate.
