ImogenLeaving Cody at the gate was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a while. My heart is breaking, I can almost hear it cracking in my chest. And he has upgraded me, damn he is too romantic. The lump in my throat is painful, I physically ache right to my fingertips as I buckle up my seatbelt as requested by the flight attendant. She’s a pretty woman, at a guess in her late twenties, her hair tightly pulled back in a bun, it’s dark and she has a Hispanic look going on with her fiercely red lipstick and dark kohl around her eyes.I lean back in my seat and rub my eyes. I haven’t bothered to wear big, dark shades to hide the redness and soreness. Fuck it, if people know I’ve been crying since the early hours then that is just the way it is. A woman takes a seat next to me, she’s a bit older I’d say around late fifties. Her hair is auburn with fine strands of grey, her skin is pale and she has freckles, blue tender eyes take me in.“Oh, dear. Are you okay?” She asks with a British acc
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