My Sweetheart

When Kathy arrived at the airport, she found the lounge packed.

The electronic screen scrolled with the latest airline news. Most routes were temporarily closed because of the volcanic eruption in Iceland.

Kathy's heart skipped a beat. She ran to the information desk. The tired staff members were repeating the words "sorry". She walked out of the crowd and saw that on the other side of the airport, the workers were moving cots in large numbers. She couldn't even find a seat to sit on, so she sat on her suitcase and unlocked her phone.

Many domestic news websites had reported that air traffic in Europe was at a standstill. Tens of thousands of tourists had been stranded at the airport, and the restoration of routes was further away than ever.

The telephone line at the embassy was busy. The news on the Internet didn't send out clear messages. Some said that within three days the flight will be restored, while others said that it would take at least half a month. Kathy stood up impatiently. She wanted to go to the bathroom and wash her face, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a piece of news scrolling.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but couldn't help click on it.

Was he in Europe too?

Kathy was bewildered, and her brain was in chaos.

"Mr Joseph, a leading neurologist, arrived in Europe three days ago and would participate in an international medical conference..."

Kathy was suddenly filled with a strange and distant sense of dependence. She was depressed and ashamed, but at this moment, she really missed the man who was capable of anything three years ago.

"No, I have to do something..." As if to dissipate her weakness, Kathy hurried out of the airport with her luggage.

Perhaps she could get there before the ash reached southern Europe and return home.

Arriving at the station, however, it turned out that she was not the only one who thought so.

There were crowds everywhere. It reminded people of the travel rush during major holidays.

Kathy waited at the end of the line in despair until a kind tourist told her that all airports in other southern European countries were also closed and that she might as well stay here and wait.

So Kathy had to go back to the airport and sit at the gate wearily. Karl called again and asked if she was on the plane. Kathy answered helplessly, "I don't know when the flight will be restored."

staff gave her water and bread, but she couldn't eat either. She was on edge at the thought of Jennifer's

more people came to the airport, getting into a hopeless

weather suddenly cleared up, she would not be

down and

on her phone and typed her

login

for a while. Soon she told herself she couldn't think about it anymore. Maybe he

must be

she closed the web page in no time and took a deep breath. She

the harbor in Amsterdam, Joseph stood behind a French window,

returned from a party and

has entered your

only two people in this world

put down the glass. His eyes

to change

loosened his tie with his

though he knew she was the

to confirm, you're going to

thinking.

back to his study, turned on his computer and checked

he logged into the mailbox with great interest, wrote down

computer, his thin lips getting cold. "I'm looking forward to meeting you

hours of the morning, a

in this damn airport and couldn't find

powerful enough, they couldn't get a private jet to come and pick her up. And it would too

he was in Europe, but the last thing she wanted was to ask him

resisted as much as he was