Breeze is easy to disperse but hard to love

"Hello, I'd like to emigrate!"

I, Eleanor Vance, stood at the counter, handing over all my meticulously prepared documents to the official on the other side.

Soon, they stamped the papers, then pulled out another form and passed it back to me.

"Ms. Vance, your application will be processed in fifteen days. Please wait patiently."

I nodded, turning to walk out. But behind me, I heard the staff whispering, a rustle of hushed voices.

"Was that really Mrs. Thorne? Why would *she* be here to emigrate? Did she and Mr. Thorne finally have a fight?"