With a final warning, the guards shoved me out of the airport and went on their way.

But I couldn't believe this was it, that after everything, I was too late. I should have told Zara how I felt when I still had the chance, and now I would regret this decision for the rest of my life. I just knew I would. No one in the world could compare to Zara, and I had foolishly let her go.

I leaned against the wall and buried my face in my hands. My heart ached, it ached for her. And I realised that it wouldn't beat for anyone the way it beat for Zara. I wouldn't yearn for anyone the way I yearned for Zara. And I wouldn't love anyone the way I loved Zara.

This couldn't possibly be our end.

I wasn't ready to let her go.