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�All passengers taking flight 307 connecting in Orlando to Los Angeles, we will now begin boarding first and business class passengers only. Thank you.�
Margot stood from her stiff seat and slowly make her way to the ticket taker. She numbly handed her ticket to the cheerful blonde standing in front of her.
�Merci mademoiselle and have a nice flight!�
Margot simply nodded and continued her trek to the plane. Three flight attendants smiled widely at her as she stepped onto the aircraft. She looked at them and smiled sadly. Margot soon found her first class seat and sank gratefully into the plush leather. It had been one of the last seats available and as wise ones do say, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Margot had definitely been desperate to leave immediately. She scooted into the window seat and automatically gazed out at her homeland. She truly had loved France, but now, all that the country stood for in her heart and mind was deceit and heartbreak. She hardened her face before turning to face the back of the seat in front of her. The seats around her filled quickly and she smiled faintly, relieved, as the plane began to pull away from the gate.
Well, I guess I�ll be alone on this flight, let�s see if my luck lasts all the way to California, she thought bitterly as the aircraft began to rumble, signaling the fact that they were now releasing their firm grip on the ground. She reluctantly looked out her window once more, eyes frantically searching the landscape, trying to engrain every detail into her memory. Margot felt her bottom lip tremble and she promptly pushed the window shade down, hindering her view if her old home. She felt the tears behind her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Unhappy with her emotions trying to get he better of her, she held her head in her hands for a few moments before giving in to her fatigue and drifting off into sleep.
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JC sat nervously on his couch.
A few minutes later he stood abruptly and walked into the kitchen.
Tap�tap�tap�tap�
He walked into his bedroom to stop his nervous foot tapping.
Once in his bedroom, he lay down on his bed and looked at the ceiling. He began counting the small cracks before he realized what he was actually doing.
What am I doing?
You�re wasting time�and you�re trying not to think of her�
Suddenly he got up and quickly walked back to the living room. He fell back onto the couch and stared at the wall obstructing his view of the adjacent bathroom. When he became aware of the fact that he was bouncing his foot on the ground he quickly stood up. He began walking to the front door but his reflection stopped him before he reached his destination. He walked to it until he was face to face with himself. He studied his tired face closely. He slowly traced a finger over his right eyebrow, down his cheekbone until he felt his lips. He closed his mouth, not knowing when or why it had opened in the first place.
She�ll never kiss these lips again�but why?
JC�s arm dropped heavily to his side as he continued to stare sadly at the man in front of him. He shook his head and looked down at his shoes.
She doesn�t love you anymore, that�s why.
Suddenly he raised his head again and looked at himself angrily.
But you don�t love her either. You�re going to go to California and take some time to get over her and you�re not going to feel sorry for yourself.
He frowned into his own eyes once more before turning to grab the phone.
Brrring�brrring�
�Hello, Orlando Taxicab, may I be of service to you?�
�Yeah, I need to get to the airport.�
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