Three days later, the airport was bustling with people coming and going, flight announcements echoing one after another. Ashton and I stood at the departure gate. We were both medical students under the same mentor, Ethan Shields.Ethan rushed over and handed Ashton a folder of the latest classified materials. Then, he looked at me and said, "Faye, before you leave, you should really call home and say goodbye." My fingers curled and hung at my sides. "There's no need for that."Ethan stared at me, frowning slightly, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. After a moment of silence, Ashton quietly asked, "You still can't let go, can you?"I looked up at him. His gaze was honest, gentle, and steady. He continued, "Even if it's just to give yourself complete closure, it's worth making one more call."My throat tightened, and my fingertips trembled uncontrollably. I thought that Ashton might be right, and that I should at least give my past self some closure.I took
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