The airport was bustling, filled with people saying goodbyes and welcoming loved ones. But I was alone, heading to a foreign country with no one to see me off.
Just then, I spotted Derick and Alanna from a distance.
They looked stunning together—a picture-perfect couple that naturally drew attention. Like lovers reunited after years apart, they held each other tightly.
I watched as Derick presented a bouquet of vivid red roses to Alanna while the latter covered her face, crying. Derick then fumbled to comfort her.
Loving someone was a chaotic mess in itself.
But while my heart had gone still, Derick’s was still in a storm.
I was letting go of seven years of happiness, and he was stepping into seven years of love.
Watching their retreating figures, I waved at them, saying my silent goodbye.
Goodbye, Derick, we'll never meet again.
As I prepared to board, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.
[Skye, I’m back. Thank you for taking care of Derick for me.]
Attached was a photo of Alanna and Derick locked in a passionate embrace.
Despite reading such a provocative message, I didn’t reply and simply turned off my phone instead.