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Gate 17
TDW #7 |Planes |count 454
Eleanor had been sitting in Terminal B long enough to memorize the departure board.
Chicago. Departed.
Dallas. Departed.
Seattle. Departed.
Destinations disappeared from the screen one after another, replaced by new ones. Travelers walked by with coffee cups and backpacks, their faces showing a mix of hope and worry.
At Gate 17, Eleanor sat perfectly still.
She had spent years waiting for the right moment, almost believing it would show up at a set time.
The perfect job.
The perfect relationship.
The perfect opportunity.
Every time an opportunity came up, she found a reason to hold back. What if something better appeared? What if she chose wrong?
So she waited.
While she waited, the world kept boarding.
The flight to Chicago reminded her of the promotion she never pursued.
Dallas reminded her of the business she almost started.
Seattle reminded her of the man she loved but never called back.
She saw doors close and was never sure if she had missed her chance or just decided not to go in.
