Diane P.O.V
The most favorite part whenever I'm going somewhere by plane is when I've got to seat near the window. Though my today's flight at is at night, I still get to see the city lights when the plane is take off. The illuminate was breathtaking.
In all my twenty-eight years of life, today is the day I was brave enough to made a decision. A big fat decision. Leaving Manchester was a very hard decision for me. But there was nothing left for me either if I'm staying here. With a heavy heart, I know it's for the best. Some people might say, I'm going to regret this. But no, I wouldn't change this for the world. I keep staring at the window until I feel someone sat on my left and brush my left arm. I turn my head and see a man, maybe on his thirties, looking back at me. God, he is strikingly handsome. His face looks familiar but somehow I couldn't pinpoint who it is. How long was I in daze?
He smiled warmly at me, "I'm sorry." He said.
