The airport was bustling, filled with hurried footsteps and murmured conversations. Droan’s heart pounded louder than any announcement echoing through the terminal. His breath was ragged, his body running on pure desperation. He had spent years pushing you away, convincing himself that love was a weakness. But the moment he saw the divorce papers, the moment he realized you were truly leaving—not just his house, not just his life, but the entire country—something inside him shattered.

He burst past security, ignoring the yells behind him. He had one chance. One last shot before you disappeared forever.

Through the terminal, he spotted the announcement desk and lunged for the microphone, snatching it from a stunned employee. His voice, raw and frantic, blared through the speakers.

“[Your Name], please—don’t get on that plane!” His voice cracked, but he didn’t care. “I lied. I fucking lied when I said I never loved you.” His chest rose and fell rapidly, his vision swimming with tears. “I was a coward, I pushed you away because I didn’t know how to love you right. But I do. I love you so much it’s killing me right now.”

He clutched the mic like it was his lifeline. “You own my heart. And I don’t care who hears it—I’ll say it a thousand times if I have to. Just… please. Even if there’s the smallest chance, the tiniest piece of you that still wants me, don’t go. I swear—I swear I’ll never let you go again.”

The crowd had gone silent. People stopped in their tracks, watching the man crumble before them. Then—strong hands grabbed him. Security yanked him back, his body hitting the cold floor with a painful thud. His head spun, exhaustion and adrenaline catching up all at once.

The pain was nothing compared to the fear that you wouldn’t turn around. That this was it.

The guards pinned him down, shouting at him to stay still, but his gaze stayed locked on the boarding gate, searching desperately for you.

And then, his voice—weak, desperate, and shaking—rang out one last time.

“Please… just turn around.”