Leave or StayWhen she was younger, she dreamt of flying.More Like This
Stretching small fingers out towards the sunlight and lifting her toes from the ground, gliding into an endless horizon of beauty and adventures.
Effortless, eternal freedom; that was what she dreamt of
When she was older, she dreamt of running.
Worn out trainers pounding on the concrete, dark hair whipping back from her face. No one to stop her and nothing to hold her back, a freedom she could win for herself.
No destination, just the run, just away.
Older still, now she dreamt of walking
The click of her heels on cold office floors, eyes looking forward, not back. A dignified exit, not a retreat, she would be in control of it; it was her life, her choice.
The choice to leave or the choice to stay.
All her life, she's dreamt of escape.
Turning away and not looking back, it never mattered where she was going as long as she was choosing to go there.
That's all she ever wanted.
She toys with the plane ticket, her choice, her time. To leave or t