Haunted
Relena had left Miami and it's social circle after the summer ended. In early October she would begin working, or rather training to become a flight attendant. For six whole weeks, the prestigious American Airlines Training Center [FSU] would be her home. Sure, it was unpaid training, but that had been the reason Relena slaved away the summer in Miami. Saving every last penny she worked for at the night club to keep her home paid for and to be able to survive in Dallas. Her dream of traveling the world would be covered by becoming a flight attendant, not to mention, to get away from the dredge that was the post university life.
Though, the latter was a load of bullshit. She could do stuff with her degree in medical coding and billing, but she found it to be unfulfilling after a fateful day on the field. Witnessing just how… piss poor the medical system in the United States was, convinced her to find a new career path in life. So now, she sought freedoms in the sky – like a bird in it's glided cage that'd been unleashed.
Sorting through her belongings, Relena's hands found a stack of letters she'd haphazardly packed and never looked at. The one on top, with it's ornate calligraphy made the young woman tilt her head and tear it open. No sooner than she'd done so, she'd come to regret it:
Relena,
I am almost hurt that you did not come bid me a proper farewell…
Love,
Treize
Angrily, Relena crumpled the letter.
“Arrogant bastard!”