The girl and her memoir - Dusk

After she took her seat, she asked for a glass of water and settled in. With enough room for her to stretch, she got as comfortable as she could, drank her glass of water and closed her eyes. By the time she opened them, the plane was already in the sky. She looked around her, most people were asleep. They had a long way to go. She flicked through the channels on the small screen in front of her and when she found nothing interesting, she closed her eyes again.
This time, the tears came and she let them. It was inevitable because every time she was alone, she would think of him and fight the tears.

The gentleman beside her watched her. He didn't want to be rude. She knew he was watching her but she didn't care. She needed to cry and cry she did. Like a little child.

'I'll take a bullet for you', 'I love you', 'You give me joy', 'I hope I don't have to look any further'...

Words that now became empty, meaningless, hurtful.

He broke her but she loved him anyway. She loved him too much. That was her weakness. Her mistake perhaps.

But for all the memories they shared and all the promises made, she needed to let go and in order to do that, she needed to cry so cry she did!