After getting back, Heather went straight to her room as she didn't want to be questioned for her eyes. Those big round gray orbs are now small due to the puffiness.
She had cried so much in the underground parking lot and cried again while stuck in traffic. Now her head was aching to the point where she just want to rest after a long bath.
As she soaked herself in the bath tub she started thinking.
'Just when did it start? An event that caused this phobia. If I don't overcome this then I would never be able to fly again.'
She sighed being unable to fly is the same to her as being unable to eat all of her favorite food.
And that is what agonizes her.
She has so many things to do that she knew flying will be her stress relief yet here she was, wings cut off.
'It must be due to that incident,' she thought as she glanced out in the balcony.
