Making a choice

Sofie's POV

"Thanks." I uttered to the driver, as he helped me take out my luggages from the trunk of his taxi.

"No problem, ma'am." He nodded, handing me my change.

I shook my head, as I waved. "No, no. Please take it."

He looked shocked, before swiftly pocketing the cash. "Thanks a lot, ma'am. I really appreciate it. I hope you have a safe and hitch free flight."

"I hope so too." I muttered, more to myself than to him.

I was finally leaving America but I still didn't feel eager to leave.

Amy and I had gotten into an argument earlier that morning, she had vowed to cut me off for good if I continued with my 'stupid display of foolishness," and in my anger, I had asked her to do so.

She had stormed out of our apartment before I left to heaven knows where.

I heaved a deep sigh of despondence, as I trekked into the airport while dragging my luggage along.

My eyes roamed around the waiting area as I walked in further.

The airport was strangely scanty.

Most of the seats in the waiting area