Last Flight Home

After deciding to leave Azurea and follow Clara Miller to Northwood City, I was cast out by my parents.

"That girl is an orphan–what can she possibly give you? If you choose a life of hardship now, you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering! Once you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back!"

I left anyway.

For five years, I watched Clara rise step by step, becoming one of Northwood City’s most respected psychologists.

Just as she had promised, she gave me a home.

As the New Year approached, I planned to take her back to Azurea to reconcile with my parents.

However, just before boarding the plane, she abandoned me again–this time for a depressed patient threatening to take his own life.

She let go of my hand, her eyes full of pain.

"Julian Vance… he’s just like I used to be–alone, with no one to rely on. If I don’t go, he’ll jump. I’m sorry. Just this once. I’ll catch the next flight and meet you there."

Then she turned and ran toward the exit without hesitation.

I stood there, staring at the two plane tickets in my hand.

She had saved everyone who needed redemption.

Everyone… except me.

Slowly, I tore up her ticket.

Then I walked alone toward the security gate and turned off my phone.

What Clara did not know was this:

Some journeys home, once missed, are gone forever.

I returned home to Azurea alone.

My mother opened the door. The moment she saw that there was no one behind me, a look of quiet heartbreak flashed across her face.

My father sat on the sofa, his back straight as always, but there was a deep exhaustion in the way he held himself.

I could not help but recall what they said to me five years ago. And now I was back–like a soldier who lost the battle and fled home.

I turned my phone on and off again. The unread messages and missed calls from Clara Miller almost flooded the screen.

"Julian Vance, I'm sorry! Wait for me!"

"He's stable now–I'll buy a plane ticket right away!"

"Answer the phone, please. Let me explain!"

I did not reply to a single one.

My heart felt as if it was frozen.

Three years ago, came back to me: the first snowfall in Northwood City. She burrowed into my arms and teased softly,

"Julian, in this lifetime, Clara will never betray you."

Now that promise melted away–just like the snow.

The next evening, Clara showed up.

Gone was her usual polished appearance. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion as she stubbornly waited downstairs outside my building.

"Julian, just give me five minutes. Five minutes."

Her voice was hoarse, nearly breaking.

My parents stood firm, their faces cold, refusing to let her inside.

She held up her phone, its glow lighting her pale face.

"Look! The referral agreement! I've officially transferred Adrian Locke to Dr. Hayes. I deleted every contact–blocked everything!"

Her fingers trembled