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  • It was at the airport that Adam Norton, the unemployed young man. Maybe not so young anymore as most of the men at that age usually claim "I old." when they reach to 30 years old. And it was 12 o'clock in the midnight on 22th December 2012, Mr. Norton stood in front of the Terminal 2 Taxi Service Centre, aimlessly looking around. He had just arrived at Taiwan, after all those shit Emma did to him in England, he decided to just escape.

    "This is bad." He said to himself in his mind. The moment he stood on this land he felt utterly strange and lonely. And he missed his girl so much.

    So this girl was from London, who he met in Chicago. He fell in love with her at the first sight and after that, every now and then she was all he ever wanted - A normal life with his love and have a small family in the future which he chose to have. He could see all these things from her. Adam had everything planned. He'd share his plans with Emma excitingly. Emma always smiled at him and nod, and then Adam would take her soft hands and invite her to dance in the kitchen with him. She would laugh so much and kiss his forehead and tell him how much he had made her happy.

    Little Adam gave up on everything he had in this home town - His job, his parents, his friends, his comfy life and followed Emma to London. He knew he was going to marry her. He knew it. He was very determined to make it happen and confident with it. "It's going to be allright this time, for sure." he said to himself. But we all know that he thought she would marry him was never enough. Now he had understood the fact aswell. He had too much wishful thinking.

    They seemed so lovely together. Emma was a clever, attractive girl. So funny but charming at the same time. They had a neat nice flat, a lovely cat named Church. He was all black but his feet were white.

    Some day in an evening, a very normal nice evening, no difference from every other evenings he had with Emma. Emma talked to him. It was a conversation which not like every normal conversation he had with Emma before. Maybe she had hidden it well or Adam was to naive to pick the signs from her. She was always up to something, something up to that she didn't know how, or didn't want to tell him.

    She was sitting by the table Adam bought for her at an antique shop. Because whenever she passed by the shop she'd look at it and she never buy it. She said to Adam that she wanted to wait til they get a better place then she might take it.
    On their first year together anniversary, Emma was standing in front of their door, digging her keys out from her purse at the same time she was wondering which fancy restaurant Adam had booked. He was a bit a forgetful person. And Emma doubted if he had forgotten the dinner and was trying to fix it since Adam was acting secretive.

    She entered and saw him sitting beside the lovely tea table she liked with some flowers. He was well-dressed and he hadn't forgotten anything, apparently......


    "Addy, I have decided to go to Manchester." Emma said, cleaning the clay teapot her grandfather left.
    "Okay? We have got a new plan?"
    "There is no plan." Emma said and still not looking at Adam.

    For the firs time, we are happy for Adam for he had finally picked a sign.

    "Why? You want to change the plan? It's okay we can move to Manchester and start.."
    "Adam, there IS no plan." Emma put down the teapot, looking into his eyes.

    Adam wasn't so sure what to do. He felt a heartache and the panic feeling dragged him down, like being murdered in the middle of Pacific Ocean, feet tighten with bricks, hands tighten with ropes. All he felt was endless coldness and sinking feeling. His sight went black.

    "TAXI!" Adam yelled.
    He was in his brown long coat which Emma had bought him on last Christmas. It was kinda old fashioned but looked good on him.

    A taxi stopped by. He took his suitcase and opened to door and someone jumped into the taxi before him. It was small figure, a girl with long dark straight hair, in a blue grey suit coat, black tight trousers, dark brown short boots and homeless like gloves on her hands.

    - to be continued -
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