𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴

"Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Are you okay M'am?" I turn my head to the side staring into the concerned face of the middle aged man who's seated beside me.

He must've noticed my hands who are gripping the rests, my eyes fleeting around the plane scarily or maybe the pure panic that's painted on my face.

"I don't know, my stomach feels all light and I really don't plan to throw up on a plane. Maybe it's turbulence?" I ask him confused and his brows furrow.

"But the plane didn't even start yet?" I relax a bit at his words my brows raising while I move my eyes to the small window on my side, noticing that he's actually right.

"I'm sorry this is my first and probably last time flying." I say a little more relaxed knowing that we're still not in the air.

I double check my seatbelt but I'm all buckled up there is no way I could be more secure.

"It's going to be fine, I always fly and it never happened something bad. The plane is checked and the pilots are doing their job correctly there is no need to panic." He tells me again while he opens the little table attached to the front seat and puts his laptop on it, opening it up.

"Oh no I'm not scared of flying I'd rather not get to my destination." I tell him and he looks at me confused.

"I'll have to get to a wedding of my little sister and I'm really dreading to see someone I haven't seen for almost ten years so my nerves are a little all over the place." I give him a small smile and he nods understandingly.

I don't know what it is about him but his presence calms me down.

I muster his blue suit and the clean tie, he looks like he's coming straight out of a business meeting and is heading to the next one after this flight.

"It's always a bit nerve wrecking to see old friends but you're going to see, once after a rusty start it's going to be like the old times again." I know his words are meant to cheer me up but the panic only builds up inside of me when the plane rustles and slowly starts to move.

"I wouldn't call that person an old friend." I choke out.

The plane gains speed with every second and my hands grip the rests of the seat and I squeeze my eyes shut when the wheels of the plane get into the air and my tummy makes a small flip inside my body.

"It's over, no need to panic. Tell me about that old 'not' friend of yours." The man speaks up again and I'm so dizzy that I'm thankful for his distraction.

I slowly peel my eyes open and realize that it's not as bad as I thought it would be. My hands relax their cramped position and I slowly sit a bit forward as if to test the waters.

I don't feel the need to grip the seat anymore and take a deep breath before I look at the man again who has his head tilted looking at me.

"I'm Emilia." I say outstretching my hand before I answer his question.

He smiles lightly and shakes my hand.

"Steven."

"It's nice to meet you Steven, to answer your question I'd have to dive into deep childhood memory's and dig up stuff I rather not remember and I don't think you're interested in this."

He chuckles lightly before shaking his head.

"I'm going no where soon so better spend the time productively helping you."

I try to detect if he's saying the truth or not and when he doesn't diverts his eyes on his laptop and divides his attention fully to me, I take a deep breath.

"Okay well, keep in my mind that you asked for it.
We better start with the most important thing. He's not a friend, he never was..he's just Tommy."