Even as she slept, she would check her messages once every two hours. She still didn't see the notification that her wretched message had been delivered. She chewed on her lips.
"I shouldn't have sent it… I shouldn't have sent it!"
She punched her innocent pillow and kicked her blanket.
What was Ethan doing? Did he even mean what he said? Was he just hinting to me that he didn't want to be sex partners anymore, and I just misunderstood? She ran several scenarios through her head. Was he actually dating one of the flight attendants instead?
As her thoughts raced without end, her pillow grew damp with tears. The image of Ethan happily sightseeing with a flight attendant popped into her head.
Due to the bad feeling in her chest, she wanted to delete the message she sent him, but it was too late. Too much time had passed, and it was too late.
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