Ready for Take off?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

(In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.)

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"What are you doing?" "Nothing" "Okay... what are you up to?" "Nothing"

She kept on doing it. Packing all her stuffs into the luggage. The questions asked by her friend, answered with a deep exhale. Her mind blown away from what she was doing, searching for her memories back there for the past eight years. She could see clearly the pattern which made her stood still which her decision.

"Okay, so now you don't want to talk to me, huhuhhu?"
"What do you mean?"
"I was asking you, twice, and the answers were. Clearly I could see you're packing but to where? So, can you please at least tell me what's going on?"
"I'm sorry okay. It just that, I want to keep this between me, myself and I. It's not that I don't trust you but this is my problem and I want to handle it myself. I don't want to trouble you, okay"

She continued packing. She could see that her friend was still staring at her from the corner of her eyes.

"Okay. Fine. If that what you want"
"I'm so sorry"
"When will you leave?"
"Tonight"
"Will you keep in touch with me?"
"I'll try"
"You know that you have kept a distance from them. You need to do something about it."
"I know"
"Now you are leaving. Leaving me too."
"I know but I have to do this. I thought I'm doing it right but I realized, I'm not"
"So you want to fix it?"
"Hurm.... no. I just want to stay away"

She took her books and put them inside her luggage. Zipped. Hugged her friend. With a deep inhale breath, she stepped out.

She knew this would be like a gamble of her circle but she has to.