Airport – the place where I hid.

15.11.2025

I don’t know when the airport became my home.

Maybe it happened after the betrayal, when I stopped feeling anything at all.
Each passing day closed another door inside me, like a row of falling dominoes.

I traveled without direction, using travel almost as an escape.
The world faded away.
I became a robot, carrying out duties behind a pane of glass, cut off from a reality that had suddenly gone silent.

The airport became a strange kind of safe place.
A place where nobody asked questions, and silence felt safer than any answer.

At night, I would wake up and wander like a sleepwalker through the house.
Then I would sit on the couch in the living room and stare at the moon,
as if I were searching for rescue in its light.

Until one moment, he paused in that airport crowd.
He didn’t ask questions.
He didn’t push.
He didn’t try to pull me out of that airport solitude.
He was just there.
And that day, I didn’t look away.

Later, I wrote that story down and made a promise.
It was a deeply personal story, born between gates and boarding calls,
at a time when I was still learning how to breathe again.

"Gate D5" is a book about a time that stood still.
About someone who didn’t barge into my silence and stayed anyway.
About a heart that started beating again.
And a darkness that swallowed me whole.

And maybe that’s exactly why the story needed to be told.

Tags: LGBTQ+, Queer stories, Emotional healing, Airport solitude, Gate D5, James Ally