Another airport. Another plane. And more miles between him and his love. She didn't love him, he knew that. Not in the same way he loved her. He had known for a long time by her silences, by her "buts". Yet, he remained oblivious to it, his eyes tight shut. Until the day he finally had the courage to confess. From that day on he had been escaping. Running away from her, from his life. From airport to airport, going to unknown cities, escaping from her. As if distance could make him feel different in any way. As if distance were the solution to all his problems.
She had called him, worried, to make him think it through, to make him realize that it wasn't the end of the world. He hadn't listened the first time, or the second, the third time he didn't even pick up the phone. After some more failed attempts she gave up. It hurt not having him close, after all he was her friend, but it was his decision and sooner or later he would realize he couldn't hide forever.
The years passed, and with them he started forgetting why he was running away. And from where he was running away. He just had this constant feeling that something or someone was chasing him, that if he stopped, if he didn't get on the following plane, something was going to happen. And just like that, escaping from blurred shadows, he got back to his hometown. He didn't even remember it was his hometown, for him it was just one more city that happened to be on his way. He didn't recognize anything or anyone, until he saw her, walking down the street, holding hands with another man.
She was surprised when she got a call from the hospital, they asked her her name and requested her to go to identify a patient. That call left her worried, who could it be? She headed to the hospital and presented herself to the front desk. In there they directed her to the psychiatric guard. Everything was getting weirder, and she kept wondering who would it be the patient she had to identify. When they took her to the room she felt her heart stop. He was lying on the bed, his stare lost on the wall.
-Do you know him?- the nurse asked.
-Yes, I do.
He turned his head around at the sound of her voice, and looked at her without seeing her.
-What happened to him?- she asked.
-We wish we knew, we really wish we did.
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