Her footsteps suddenly stopped as the large suitcase in her hand was halted. But, she did not let go of her grip on the handle. Instead, she tightened it as the enthusiasm overcame her. Finally, she arrived at her destination, England.
Glara took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She did it several times to satisfy her nose at the fresh scent.
It sounded weird, right? Was there a difference between British air and the country of her origin?
It was the same. The air would be the same everywhere. What humans need is oxygen. And all she did was a form of the freedom she finally got.
Freedom?
Yes, the freedom she had longed for and had finally earned with a long and great effort.
Her eyes wandered around, surveying her surroundings. The view of the airport was bustling with human activities. Moreover, this is London, a place claimed to be one of the busiest cities in the world. So, the activities at the airport were also alive.
