Seven years had passed since that fateful night. They'd only been 5 at the time but now they were 12 and headed off to Europe but for 2 very different reasons. She watched him get on the plane and fought that tears that threatened to fall as he didn't even bother to look back and wave. The moment she lost sight of him she turned and ran from the terminal, heading to the one that would take her to London and her new family.
He walked through the gate and onto the plane, unable to look back at her, knowing that if he did he'd never leave and he would ruin the best chance she ever had for a life. He was no good to her, he could only hold her back and he refuse to do that, knowing she'd hate him for it later. Boarding the plane he joined his friends, sitting by himself while they talked and joked and had fun on their first flight to Europe.