You weren't thinking straight.

You hadn't been, since you broke up with Blaze. Your sweet, handsome Blaze.

Why did you break up with him? Because you had some stupid argument?

That was normal. But you were stressed, and it broke you finally.

So now you were at the airport, mascara and tears staining your face, as you waited for your flight.

You had to get away from a while.

You would. That's what you thought, oblivious to Blaze, outside the airport, hurrying through the rain in his suit.