A PURE HEART

ii

again, the crowded spaces. airports aren't ideal either. and the thought of the approaching 12-hour-flight isn't helping to calm down his nerves. this time not because of the people. he is afraid of himself, afraid of what he might still be able to do, even without influence.

apparently, he looks lost. well, he feels lost. out of place. even the hoodie and the jacket feel weird on his skin.

"can i help you? where are you going?" a stewardess appears seemingly out of nowhere, making him jump. he usually isn't the jumpy kind of person but this is different. and he doesn't even know exactly what kind of person he usually is anymore.

"bucharest. the 10:30 flight," he manages to say. his voice is quiet and deep, he barely uses it anyway. he hasn't spoken much ever since he has tried to kill a man the last time. apparently his best friend, even though he can't really remember him. the stewardess smiles charmingly and points to the left.

"this way. i will be taking the same flight, if you have any questions, feel free to ask away," she nicely offers. he nods and mumbles a quiet 'thank you' because he feels like it's a polite thing to do. he doesn't really know how to be polite.