I looked out of the window on a plane that had just taken off from Heathrow Airport.
As it rose higher, the view of London slowly turned into a network of lights, then glitters of sea, and finally invisible beyond the bed of clouds.
So this was it.
This was the end of my time with Hina here.
But I knew this wasn't just it.
Hina decided not to come to the airport with me. She wasn't mad. Not at all. She didn't even seem she was just resigned to accepting the reality. Rather, it seemed she genuinely believed this was best for me. She wanted me to be happy and she knew I wouldn't be happy by her side.
I felt an immense guilt in my heart. My lungs already craved for a smoke although the plane had taken off just minutes ago.
Hina…
I looked back on our short period of happiness in London. The young brat's mad antics at the student pub, walking down Oxford Street side by side, our little trip to Brighton, her teary eyes on stage after our performance in the opening mic night.
