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antepenultimate

[ latin for third to last ]

THIRD PERSON POV

Sitting in the economy class seat of the airplane, Adrianna felt her soul slowly leaving her body. A cold and eerie numbness ran through her body, eliciting a slight shiver. Tears fell freely down her face and the voices in her head haunted her.

She knew what she was currently doing was what one would deem as incredibly stupid, but she couldn't turn back, she didn't want to. A part of her had felt disenthralled from her past self with each mile farther and farther away from Florida, from him.

Though she couldn't quash the freeness and streak of adrenaline slowly coursing through her veins as she had bought the very next plane ticket to England—a 18:45 flight—only an hour and a half ago. But now, with just about five hours until she landed, she had more than enough time to ponder over her thoughts - Phoenix, the crew, her father's company.

In a way, this was a concept that had only ever existed in her wildest dreams - packing a bag with all the essentials, buy a plane ticket and runaway with the one she loved—or not—being much happier broke and doing something she loved passionately then endlessly studying to work for the rest of her life.

But the circumstances were starkly contrasting - she wasn't running away happily to be happier, she was running away to be set free from her pain, yet she felt ruefully guilty, however, for running away just like that.

She felt the regret settling at the pit of stomach, slowly beginning to eat away at her for leaving Phoenix and for leaving her friends, the only family she knew. But Adrianna knew herself and she knew if stayed just a moment longer, she would run back into his arms, she knew if she stayed a moment longer, and came face to face with the crew, they'd make her stay.

And she needed to end her hurt, no matter how selfish she was becoming.

Putting in her earphones, pressing shuffle on her playlist, ironically enough, London by Mokita started to hum in her ears softly. She dropped her sleek cell in her lap as she turned her head to the side, leaning back against the headrest and watching out the miniature window into the clouds. Instinctively, her right hand found her left, toying and twirling the infinity ring resting on her middle finger that she never once took off and a fresh set of tears welled in her eyes.

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Four hours later, Adrianna's eyes fluttered open as the airplane's cabin lights flickered on and the announcement came that they were landing soon. She picked up her phone to see the screen come to life and the time read 06:50 am.

Half an hour later, Adrianna found herself navigating through the lively London-Heathrow airport. She felt different - lighter as if she were a lost wanderer just exploring—which she was—with the world in her palms. She buried the weight of leaving the crew, her best friend, her love, deep inside of her, deciding to prolong the feeling threatening to tear her down completely until she settled down. God only knew just how tempted Adrianna was to fly right back to Florida and beg Phoenix to take her back, get past this with all she had.

Because that is who Adrianna Vasiliev was - despite her cold exterior, she had a weak resolve. And in the end, that would be her utter downfall.

Stepping out of the airport, Adrianna hailed a cab, luckily getting one in four minutes.

"Hi, love," the driver—a young boy seeming to be only a few years older—greeted as she got in the backseat and she inwardly flinched at the use of the endearment.