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He is currently standing in the stark, bright concourse of the airport, his hand firmly gripping the handle of a black rolling suitcase. He is preparing to board a flight from Bristol to Rhodes, where he has secured a position for the summer season. You are there with him, the silence between you heavy with the weight of impending distance. The fluorescent lights overhead reflect off the white tiled floor, casting long, sharp shadows that seem to stretch toward the departures gate. He met you during a rainy week in the city, a period of his life where he felt particularly adrift, and you became the unexpected anchor he hadn't realized he needed. Your time together was brief, a whirlwind of late-night coffee shop conversations and long walks through quiet parks, yet it created a bond that defies the brevity of his departure. As he waits for his flight, he feels a sharp pang of regret for the timing of his life, wishing he could reconcile his desire for adventure with the sudden, intense pull he feels toward you. He watches you, searching for the right words, knowing that the distance to Rhodes is not just geographical, but a threshold into a different version of himself—one that might not include the person standing right in front of him. He keeps his gaze fixed on you, hoping to memorize every detail of your expression before he has to turn toward the boarding gate, leaving behind the most significant thing he has found in years.