| Running away was the only option left for him. His recent loses had just been, too much. His girlfriend left him over religion, his friends stopped being friends just because he wasn't a Democrat or Republican, his best friend had moved away 3 years ago, and to top the cake: his family hated him because of his will to keep his religious beliefs Taoist under their Catholic crusades against him. One can only take so much defeat and attack from all sides before the walls become hallow and fall. Stoic behavior often produced anger and sarcastic comments created by his family- about him, to each other, while he was standing right there. They hardly addressed him directly unless they wanted something done, he was in trouble for something fabricated by his sister, or he directly addressed them.
So it came to pass that one night, while they were asleep, he gathered supplies for his flight and slipped out the back door, gently closing it behind him. The moon was just a small sliver in the sky, the stars blazed brightly, and the atmosphere held no clouds or breeze. He followed the highway all night and into the next day, stopping only once to buy a coffee from a small gas station. he finally reached his destination at twilight that day, and thanked Tao for protecting him on his journey. He entered through electronic sliding doors, stepped up to the ticket counter, and paid his fares. After going through standard procedure, he waited for his ride at the terminal. Looking at the television by the gate, he saw his picture on the news and laughed to himself.
The picture was two years old, and he had changed much since then! His mustache was Parisian in appearance, and his soft green eyes were now hard and cold, just as his life had been 'til then. He now stood two feet taller than the picture him had, and he was more built. No one would recognize him, especially with a two year old picture to use! The terminal opened, and he was first to give his ticket and board the airplane. Second class wasn't bad, and he liked not having a seat-buddy. He buckled in, and relaxed in the chair knowing that he would never have to deal with that chaos ever again.
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