I knew it would be sad saying “goodbye” to Bec, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry at all. Even though it marked a time when I’d start travelling on my own again.
Our flights were only a few hours apart – her to Perth, me to Copenhagen. After breakfast at the airport, we said our goodbyes, hurried up by the fact that she was actually late in getting through customs as there was a huge queue. So, it was a quick bye, before she disappeared behind the screen. I didn’t cry, but busied myself by heading to the other terminal & checking in for my flight.
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