She heard the gears grind. They were just moments away from landing.
She looked out the airplane window and saw the Tower looming in the distance. She should’ve been thrilled; she’d never been to Paris before.
She wasn’t.
They had been together for nearly a decade, but the relationship wasn’t working anymore. He begged though, then pleaded. Give him another chance.
She agreed and had regretted it ever since even though the man had splurged: first class tickets, five-star accommodations, reservations at top-flight restaurants.
She felt the plane touch down. Her first time in another country.
Too little, too late.
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